7/29/2014

Lies

I am done believing in lies.
I am done with the lies of Israelis
who commit war crimes in Gaza,
hiding behind the lie of "self defense."
I am done with the lies of Hammas
who commit war crimes in Israel,
hiding behind the lie of "self defense."
Who defends the orphan,
who defends the widow,
who defends the poor?
No one.
I am done with the lies of Wall Street,
the arms merchants and their bankers,
who sell weapons of mass murder
to both sides of every conflict.
I am done with the lies.
I believe the tears.
I believe the cry of the mothers.
I believe the faces of the children,
and the eyes of the children
that are wells of tears gone dry.
Who defends them?
No one.
I am done with lies.
I believe the tears.
I believe the eyes of the children
that are distant galaxies of black light
spinning with dead stars.

7/28/2014

Uplift

In the chaos of Kali Yuga, there is so much to be outraged about! I am as prone as anyone to faultfinding and negativity; it is my fallen human nature. That's why I refresh my screen twice a day with meditation, to discharge the negative energy, empty the trash, and become a blue sky again. Then I am reminded of this truth:

When we put someone down - their religion, their party, their nation, their lifestyle - we waste our precious moments on earth. And when the angels look for us, all they see is a gaping hole of non-existence. But when we lift someone up - finding something to praise, choosing to stand for rather than against - we vibrate in tune with our dharma, our destiny. And when angels look for us, they see seeds of love bursting 

into golden suns.

Tyranny of Positive Thinking




Renounce the tyranny of positive thinking. People who only talk about success, abundance, and joy usually want to sell us something. There is grace in loss, sorrow, and bewilderment too. Breathe through tears, troughs, shadows. The seer of light is the seer of darkness. The nectar of seeing alone is sweet. The moment I abandon my preference for the full over the empty, the void is a voluptuous rose.

7/27/2014

Angel Cry


Angels gaze
with longing at this
world of pain
and bewilderment.
They cry,
'Send me there!'

Israel & Islamic Jihad

'Israel' in Hebrew does not mean a land or a nation. It literally means 'he has struggled with God.' It means exactly what 'Jihad' means in Arabic: 'Struggle for God.'

These sacred words do not refer to a patch of land, or to a religious war. Only the adolescent mind of the fundamentalist would so reduce and impoverish their meaning. Both terms describe our inward journey, often lonely, to lift the human heart beyond the ego, toward the beauty of the divine will, the will for peace and justice.

Remain Single


May the part of you that never gets married wed every lover on earth; the ceremony is bewilderment.
Marry the honeysuckle and wild rose, marry the sound of a bumblebee in a late afternoon sunbeam.
All through the black hours be wooed by the incoming tide; then consummate your silence with sunrise.

Though One and Two were never betrothed, marry the confusion.


Your engagement ring is the uncut diamond hidden in a vein of sorrow; polish the gem your chest with tumbling tears, until the water is quiet.
Neither give nor receive that brilliance in marriage; stay single, remain voluptuous.

Those who never knew this gratitude, where questions simply don't arise, will ask how one virgin satisfies so many paramours. 

Don't tell them that the true bride is an exhalation of surrender, a golden body of breath stretching into fragrant darkness.
Don't tell them that this silver-crowned gift-laden inhalation is the groom, who enters the garden through your open gate of prayer. 

Don't tell them how we meet in moonlit stillness; the heart is a lake on which there seem to be twin swans.
But this is one white-feathered splendor, settling gently into its reflection, on the wedding night that never ends.

7/25/2014

Mysterium

We live in the age of full disclosure, the celebration of exposure, scorning modesty, tearing off the garment of discretion in the name of "truth." It is fashionable to tell all, and this is confused with intimacy. So many of us are starved for beauty, because we have forgotten that beauty is the balance of revelation and concealment. Implication is the soul of charm. God hides in every creature through the power of modesty. Not by what is expressed, but by what remains hidden, art releases the fragrance of the infinite. In the silence between words, poetry happens. Let us 
not be in a hurry to reveal the Mysteries.

7/24/2014

Rind and Fruit

The rind of life is rough, bitter or tasteless to protect the succulent softness within. That is the way of all ripe fruit. We don't judge the banana or the mango as hard because the skin is inedible. We know how to peel the skin and taste the tender sweetness underneath. Grace of the Mother is to realize that all we need for this moment is already given. Only soften your gaze and see a little deeper.

7/23/2014

Nabasvan


In Sansrkit, nabasvan means Breath of Dawn. In the hour before dawn, Earth's atmosphere is so charged with shakti, divine creative energy, that meditators of all traditions breathe in New Life at this hour, the universal hour of nourishment at the Mother's breast. If we humans would stop cluttering our minds with media energy and political talk, which only fuel polarization and conflict; if instead we simply sat together in morning quiet drinking nabasvan, greed would not arise, wars would cease, and we would know immediately, without a single thought, that we are all made of one divine breath. We may call it the exhalation of the Buddha, the Spirit of Christ, Prana, Chi, Ruach or Rhu: why does the name matter? This breath of love is our very substance, and our body.

When you take a breath this morning, instead of bringing to mind an image from the news, a memory of yesterday, or an anxious thought about the non-existent future, why not bring to mind the Breath itself? Simply bathe in this sparkling stream of nectar, charged with the energy of stars, flowing so gracefully into your body, a gift from the Mother of Silence.

I Learned By Falling






"Evil is not the power of darkness. Darkness is the womb of compassion. Evil is the craving for an excess of light. That is why Satan's other name is Lucifer, 'light bearer,' and the evil ones are called 'Illuminati,' who pose as the enlightened. Embrace your darkness, and sufficient light will be given as the gift of grace. 'Let there be light' is an invitation to 'let,' not to achieve. This I learned by falling, and by washing the feet of divine humanity in my tears." ~Miryam

7/22/2014

Holy & Ordinary Time

Some say that there are no "holy days," because all days are equal. How tedious life would be if that were true! Every religion celebrates "holy days," "feast days" and "festivals," just as every religion honors ordinary time. In fact, in the liturgical year of the Church, the days that are not feast days are called "the Ordinary of the Seasons." What a beautiful phrase! The Ordinary has its own daily prayers and chants, just as Holy Days have theirs. Each day has a fragrance. The troughs are as rich as the peaks. Eternity is no seamless continuum. Eternity is granulated with the infinite particularity that we call "time."

'Wanderer's Welcome': Feast of Mary Magdalene, July 22


"We seldom notice how each day is a holy place where the 
Eucharist of the ordinary happens." ~John O'Donahue
Out beyond Christianity
Magdalene and Jesus are dancing 
in a garden where things grow wild,
where things grow into what they are.
Many paths lead here, not one,
and the gates are always open.
Over each gate there's a sign:
'Wanderers Welcome.'
Mary thinks Jesus is the gardener,
and he is.
They drink the wine that turns
temples into bodies again.
She reaches out to take his hand:
he lets her.
There are three rules here:
Yearn, Risk Everything, Connect.
This is poem from my book, 'Wounded Bud.' 
__________
Arabic translation by Dana Chamseddine
أهلاً بالمتجولين
"نادرا ما نلاحظ كيف يكون كل يوم مكانا مقدسا نتناول فيه قربان الأشياء العادية المقدس". جون أودوناهو

بعيدا ما وراء المسيحية
ترقص المجدلية ويسوع
في حديقة تنمو فيها الأشياء بريّةً،
تنمو لتصبح كما تكون.
مسارات كثيرة تؤدي إلى هنا،
والبوابات مفتوحة أبدا.
وفوق كل باب توجد إشارة:
‘أهلا بالمتجولين.’
تظن مريم أن يسوع هو البستاني،
وهو يكون كما تظن.
يشربان الخمر التي تحوّل
ثانيةً المعابد إلى أجساد.
تنحني نحوه لتأخذ بيده:
يسمح لها.
هناك ثلاثة قوانين هنا:
توقي، خاطري بكل شيء، إتصلي.
 

7/20/2014

A Most Disturbing Thing

I'm sorry,
forgive me,
Thank you,
I love you.

A most disturbing thing happened to me this morning. i listened to Bibi Netinyahu on major network interviews. It struck me deeply that his behavior is only possible with my tax money, and my government's blessing. It happens in my name. It wrenches my gut.

This man repeated again and again that "Israel regrets every civilian casualty." ("Regret," evidently, sounds good but demands no change in one's action.) When confronted with the massacre in Gaza, he said that it was "nothing but Hammas rhetoric." When confronted with appalling pictures of the dead, he said that "Hammas tries to create photogenically dead children for its propaganda." (Yes, those were his words.) He ended by reiterating that everything happening to Palestinians is their fault, and their choice.

I guess the colonial power always expects the natives to submit to the superior culture, even when uprooted from their land and forced to live in crowded concentration camps, like rats in a cage. When they don't submit, but try to resist, the natives must be punished for their own good, like children. It is only beginning to dawn on me how deeply I am enmeshed in the politics of the abuser, because, as a white American male, I have been drenched in the aura of Empire, sailing on a sea of propaganda.

Tonight I cannot begin my meditation without using the native Hawaiian Ho’opnopono's prayer:

I'm sorry,
forgive me,
Thank you,
I love you.
I love you.

Soul




The soul of a murdered Palestinian child is worth more in the eyes of God than the entire land of Israel, which is no more holy than any other patch of land on earth. And the soul of a Jewish child is worth no more than the soul of a Palestinian. Both souls are infinite in value, and shine brighter than the sun.
Fast from what you 
think you love,
so that you may love 
beyond thinking.

7/19/2014

I See Kali

I see Kali on her sacred motorcycle breast-feeding my grandfather Bible in one hand Stinger missile on her shoulder and a reefer in the other your favorite oatmeal raisin cookie in one a kitten with fleas in the other a crimson dildo wrapped in Victorian mink in one hand a key to the president's nuclear suitcase in the other Aleister Crowley's Book of Lies in one and in the other the latest Vanity Fair on the cover a baboon in Giorgio Armani a pearl of Psychotria Viridis in one in the other a degree from Wharton School of Business stained with Ayahuaska the sword of the word of Jesus in one the Declaration of Inter-Dependance in the blood stained fingers of the other a bank-note from J. P. Morgan Chase to Vladimir Putin for $700 billion in one a South African miner's pick in the other an Israeli bull-pup Tavor-21 assault rifle in one a severed Palestinian head in the other a love-sick queen bee waiting in one for her drones to return and a golden lotus in the other every petal inscribed with yesterday's news while seated on the pistil your little pollen-drenched body huddles dazed and naked all finished asking every question and calling it prayer.

Water the Root

Injustice, oppression, greed, and war
are wilted reflections on twigs of confusion.

The gardener doesn't rush from leaf to leaf
trying to revive this tree.

She quietly waters the root.
The wise waste no time blaming shadows.

Though appearing to be fools,
they plunge naked into the sun.

The stream you pour on the rose is this breath,
the seed is in your chest.

As for the radiant pearl of the full moon, dear,
it glows from your forehead.

Atoms get strung together on rays of the soul.

your splendor fills every dust mote with compassion.

When a wild dark fragrance fills your ribcage
as if a many-antlered bugling elk walks through you, 


know that the world is green and whole again
because you are awake.

Swell into edible berries
on your luscious invisible vines.

You will lack no miracle, nor take
more sacraments than you require.

Every species on earth will discover its abundance

when you droop like an orchard laden with hearts

falling, splitting open to the core, suddenly filling
up with voracious bees.

So our spirit field ripens in the heat of crickety silence
as we bear round nectar-laden selves.

7/18/2014

Solve the Political in the Personal

The solution to every political and economic problem is personal. Injustice, inequality, oppression and war are effects, not causes. The cause is always one....

We are not full present. We are not awake. We lack one fundamental key to all these problems: awareness.

When one is full present, fully awake, the whole world is an extension of one's own life energy. It is impossible to harm any other person, or any living creature, for one is only harming one's own body. This is not a philosophy, but a practice arising from direct perception.

When one is fully awake, the greed and anger that leads to war and injustice does not arise. In the present moment, one has all that is required for complete happiness - this breath, this earth to walk on, this sky to fill with silent gratitude - and therefor one requires only the simplest necessities for daily living. In this state of natural simplicity, there is complete abundance, for no one takes too much, and everyone gets what they need.

Jesus taught us to dwell in the present moment: "take no thought for tomorrow." He taught us  to dwell in peace: "love even your enemy." He taught us to love another as he loved, and to "love your neighbor as yourself." He taught these things not because they are moral laws, but because they constitute the innate behavior of one who is simply awake, as he was. You can only love your neighbor, even your enemy, as yourself when are fully awake to the wholeness of life, and then you see clearly that your neighbor, even your enemy, IS yourself.

This is why we teach meditation, not politics: to bring us all into that pure awareness, that living Presence, where peace is the natural condition, because violence, hatred, and greed do not arise. A blade of grass is a miracle. A breath of air is a sacrament. To walk on the earth is deep happiness. This is the personal solution to our political problems.

My work is awareness.
If I am truly awake,
every breath I take
for all sentient creatures. 
If I am truly awake,
every step I take
is to heal the earth.
If I am truly awake,
my heart beats on behalf
of humanity.
Wherever I Am,
I Am with you.

7/17/2014

Remember




I've been so distracted by
the news of the world
I forgot my heart
was singing, singing
silently all along about
more important things.

7/16/2014

Love Dissolves Information

Jew and Muslim break Ramadan fast together.

By acknowledging our information overload and stepping out of it, we recover the space of sanity, the pure consciousness beyond all points of view.

I.
The Information Age will last until we discover that information is a hoax. We actually have no information about the real world: only our interpretation of it.

And when we want to know about events in a distant part of the world, we are twice removed from reality, because all we have is our interpretation of another's interpretation.

And to triple the illusion, we begin with our interpretation of events before we even seek information. Then we absorb the reports and images of those events from 'news' sources that fit our preconceived conclusions. This is why information almost never changes anyone's mind: because the mind chooses the information that fits its interpretation. This not only happens in our reading the 'news,' but on a jury in the courtroom, or even in a science lab.

The world we see is always photo-shopped and edited by the ego, which is our point of view, our opinion of how the world should look. We do not live in a real world, but in a theater of illusions produced by the mind. 'Reality' is prism'd through one point of view, one bubble in an infinite sea of possible viewpoints. We seek those whose interpretation of the world comes closest to ours, and eventually 'unfriend' those of a different view.

Information does not make us wise, it drives us insane. We don't need more information, but less. Genius simplifies. At some point, a man or woman finally allows the mind to be humbled, dissolved by pure compassion. In today's world, this contemplative act may begin with a sense of 'information overload.'

Are you weary with information? Could this feeling be the dawning of sanity? Recognition of our information overload may be the first step back, the first step within, to become the silent Witness. By acknowledging information overload and stepping out of it, we recover the space of sanity, the pure consciousness beyond all points of view.

For in truth, we are not that bubble in the sea. We are the whole ocean of consciousness, filled with all possible points of view. Our sanity never lies in clinging to a single bubble and resisting others. Our sanity lies in bursting the bubble to become water itself.

When we allow ourselves to step out of every point of view, when we stop taking sides with the Left or the Right, the Israeli or the Arab, the Christian or the Muslim, when we embrace the whole mess we live in just as it is, with a boundless heart of love, as a mother embraces her trembling baby, then there is hope for peace.

What can dissolve this multi-layered mirage of interpretations that we call the world? Only love. Love dissolves information.

Love says, 'You don't have to tell me, just gaze into my eyes, be silent, and know that we are here, now, one.' This is why, when we sit in the presence of one who has become pure love, all our questions evaporate. Our mind becomes so still and clear, like the blue sky. Then we feel a pulse from somewhere deep in the breath of our heart, far beneath this mind cluttered with its interpretations of the world.

In-form-ation forms us, and we get stuck in forms. But love is formless. Love frees us from forms. Then we can embrace the other, regardless of their story, their interpretation of events. Let us move out of The Information Age, into The Age of Love.

II.
For example, in the Middle East, no one actually knows anything but this: both sides terrorize the other. Children's bodies are mutilated, sirens fill the mind with fear, crowds flee into shelters, brain-shattering explosions stun humanity into shivering protoplasm. A nation that would uproot native people, and herd them into unspeakably crowded ghettos; then, when they act out their despair with impotent rage, would claim self-defense and bomb innocent children huddled in terror with no place to flee, such a nation could only be considered collectively insane, making itself a pariah to the world community.

At the same time, any community who would elect for its leaders a band of thugs who fire impotent yet murderous rockets at innocent civilians, quite intentionally bringing down upon their own people a retaliation of horror and unspeakable destruction, such a community has also gone collectively insane.

And we in America, who swallow our own mythical interpretation of events as 'information,' take sides in this insanity. We seek out the news sites and videos that support our side of the conflict, our interpretation of events. But taking sides only polarizes the conflict, and leads to greater violence. We too have gone insane. We actually believe that one side is innocent, justified in its violence, while the other side is the aggressor. Our political leaders and media are quite willing to pump their own power and profit by feeding us whatever images we require to fabricate our personal interpretation of the world. Thus, creating the 'information' that we choose to believe in, we are in-formed by violence, and become creatures of violence.

The only really sane words I have heard in the Gaza conflict are these, from a Palestinian fisherman. In his humble words lies the solution, because he doesn't offer any interpretation at all: just a pure witness to what is.

“Nonviolent resistance has proved ineffective. So has violent resistance. Israel has extremists and we have Hamas. They have been too extreme and Hamas has been too extreme. We both suffer.”
~Anwar Qasqeen, a Palestinian fisherman.

7/14/2014

No News

There is no news today. There was never any news. The light just keeps whispering its secret, over and over, every morning. The darkness listens, and hums. Only a few overhear their conversation, then reply like an ancient chorus, "Yes, yes, yes!" The rest just listen to reporters and think, "No, no, not again..."

7/12/2014

Fountain

A fountain of light gushes from the dark hollow inside the breath, the exhalation of the heart inside the heart.

Yet this wellspring needs another's touch to open and flow, just as what's hidden in a bud needs a moonbeam caress to become a rose.

When humans taste this secret bursting inside that causes the outside to become still and grateful, wars will end, bees will return, the oceans will be purer than tears.

Only then, only then. It all depends on a melting in your chest. This is why we celebrate the one whose eyes are kilns tonight - they provide the heat.

Look! The full moon floats by, a golden boat on the cloud ocean. Scattering the last fragrant petals of sunset over the Western alter, wizard hemlocks lift their arms in praise.

Perhaps it is they who blew the stars like pollen into the dark, out of their cupped trembling green hands.

Tonight, I exist for love. The earth is moist with that special midsummer musk called 'Desolation.' Tonight, I exist for love.

You'll understand this when you have no choice but surrender, and all names get burnt into silence
by a glance of wonder.

Guru Purnima and the Inward Teacher


When I was sitting with my first teacher in 1970, I heard him say the following words. I have never heard this from any other. I honor him so deeply, because he freed me from the need to idolize an external Master, teaching me instead to worship the Guru Tattva, the Guru Principle in my own heart. 
The divine radiance of the Guru inside you is 10 million times more powerful than the Guru before you, sitting on a golden dais in white or saffron robes. Only if that one awakens this one can he really be called a Guru.

I remember the words almost exactly, though I have never seen them written before:

"The need for a personal Guru is fulfilled by the simple practice of this meditation. In deep meditation, the impulse that effortlessly draws the mantra into divine silence, the source of creation, is precisely the same impulse that draws the devotee to the master." ~Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

Have a blessed Guru Purnima. Please overflow into each other.

Ray

It was 24 years ago, the day after Guru Purnima, the full moon of the Guru in July, that I was graced to have a very special conversation with Guruji in his room. I don't know how much longer I will be on this earth, so I am moved to share this conversation, for the sake of those who might find it useful. For others, it will just sound like nonsense - so don't intellectualize or argue, just forget about it.

I needed to ask him about my experience in deep meditation, for it begins to pervade and saturate all the rest of my experience too. In deep transcendence, consciousness shines with a self effulgent Blue color, like the sky, the color of silence. That sapphire of pure beauty is a radiance of indescribable peace, so deeply personal, yet utterly formless.

The Guru said, "This is Shyam, Krishna's blue color, the color of the infinite. 'Shyam' means the blue sky of infinity. It is a name of Krishna."

I said, "It is pure love isn't it?"

"Yes," he said, "But do not make it into a form. There is no need to imagine Krishna's face or body. Just merge with that infinite peace. And do not make a form of me either. Do not imagine my form. Just be in love. You are That."

Since then, I have come to realize that the whole universe is made of this divine blue radiance, the hollow empty essence of love. All is formed from That. Every undulation of intelligence in the vacuum, every photon, every atom, every particle of the body, every star and galaxy, are composed of pure Love.

This is what I tried to capture in the words of my recent poem, words that always fall so short:

"Until you are ready for love, my dear,
hide in a veil beneath a veil, as blue stillness
hides in the shimmering mirage of Krishna's face."

Jai Guru Dev

7/11/2014

Half-Way

Purple penstamen, I think. Took this photo on yesterday's hike up a mountain in the Olympic range. There is far more energy and color, diversity and abundance half-way up the mountain that at the peak. Yet humans are always straining to get to the top. I've never understood that. I guess its so they can tell other people, or themselves, that they got there. But where do we do our living?

7/09/2014

A Disobediant Woman



After the prosecutor had made his case against her, she stood in the hushed court and began her defense. During her speech, the Judge's face grew increasingly red and fierce. Sweat poured from his temples: his crown continually slipped over his forhead and fell off.
 
"I can accept death, your honor, and hardship, and the pain of childbirth, and endless labor. But what I will not accept is guilt. My actions have a consequence, it's true: but I will not allow you to besmirch my good name. I have not done wrong. I have only done an act that results in suffering. I accept my suffering, but I do not accept the condemnation you would attach to it, and to my children."


"But," spluttered the judge, "I clearly told you, as your magistrate and king, that you must not eat the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil. You ate it. Therefor you disobeyed. Disobediance is an evil. Thus you are condemned as a sinner forever!"

"You are mistaken, O Judge and King. For when you told me not to eat of the fruit, you did not tell me that disobedience was an evil. And because I had not yet eaten of the fruit of knowledge, I knew not what evil was. Therefor I ate in innocence."

The sweaty crown began to slip. The veins pulsed on the Judge's neck. "Insolent woman!" he shouted. "Naturally you knew that you must obey my commandment, for I created you, and that which is a creature is a natural born slave to its creator! Therefor you should have known, you should have known!"

"Quite the contrary, sir," said the mild woman with a small sad smile, a smile that nevertheless grew as she spoke until it flashed from her eyes and her brow, and her whole being shined with a light brighter than the tinsel on the crown of her accuser. "You did not create me to be a slave. For you declared, 'Let us create humanity in our own image and likeness.' Did you not say that I was to be the ruler of this earth and have dominion over all its creatures? Did you not make me as your earthly reflection, to be your co-creator? And what does it mean to be your image if not to reflect your freedom, your power of choice? Therefor I ate of the fruit as a noble act of freedom. I was not disobedient: I was simply being true to my nature, the nature you gave me when you created me in the image of your own free will."

The judge rose, flecks of saliva shaken from his lips by the words he proclaimed: "You are condemned to exile, sorrow, pain and death!"

"I know," she replied gently, "I know. But I will wear my suffering as a crown more noble than yours. My suffering is not punishment for sin: it is simply the birth pang of the soul who rises from innocence to experience. Though I have lost my innocence, I have not lost my virtue. In fact, it is you who have done evil!"

Everyone in the court gasped at this impertinence.

"Yes," she continued, "It is you who have sinned. For when you condemn me, you condemn me unjustly, since I acted out of innocence, not yet having any knowledge of good and evil. Sin for me had no meaning. To accuse me of sin, then, is both a falsehood and an injustice. Since falsehood and injustice are ungodly, then you by condemning me deny your own godly nature, while I have remained true to mine. You, my God, are the sinner, not I!"

From the back of the courtroom, a young man moved from the shadows to the light and stood beside her.

"You again!" said the Judge. "I sent you away, away, yet you always come back when I condemn one of these sinners! What do you want this time?"

"I have come for her sake," the man said, "not for your's." Then he smiled to the woman, taking her hand. "Come, I will accompany you through the valley of the shadow of death. I cannot remove your pain. But friendship can heal the blight of judgment. You will go forth as a sufferer, but not a sinner. All that you endure, I will endure: not to take it from you, but to give you the assurance that you have a friend."

"What is a friend?" asked the woman, warily.

He answered, "A friend is someone who knows your sorrows as if they were his own."

Together they turned to the jury. The judge demanded, "Have you reached a verdict?'"

"We have, your honor?"

"How do you find the defendant, guilty or not guilty?"

"Your honor, we sentence the defendant to suffering and death, but we find her not guilty."
The judge stared at the young man, his eyes smouldering. "Your Mother is behind this, isn’t she? Ever since I divorced the woman, she has been sending you back to confuse my judgment! Can’t you and that woman just leave me to my work? Can’t you see its all a simple matter of right and wrong; guilty and not guilty; Heaven and Hell? Why must you always ruin justice with your God-forsaken mercy?"

The defendant walked out of the courtroom with the young man, as the Judge turned toward the officers, shouting, "Bring in the next slave for me to judge. There must be someone here who is guilty!"

7/07/2014

'You Are Boundless'



"You are boundless, you are infinite, you are immortal! Your Self is absolute oneness. Your Self is supreme consciousness: this is the final lesson." ~Sri Karunamayi Amma

And if we see and love our selves this way, it is also how we see and love every immigrant child, every homeless person, every member of the 'other' race, or nation, or party. All that is required is that humans learn to rest the mind in the heart a few moments a day, and taste the truth about who we really are Are.

The Only Prayer


Lord, I have one prayer, but it contains all others: Let me be present. How can you be here when I am gone? In your presence, Lord, no circumstance be-clouds the bright and empty sky. And you are always here, Lord: it is I who am elsewhere. The only problem is my lack of presence. Let me be present.

7/04/2014

Jai Guru Dev


I bow down to Sarasvati, the mother of creativity, whose grace is a river that carries me to the ocean of love on the little boat of her bija mantra. Without effort, without concentration, without repetition, the mind flows straight to the heart by virtue of her inner song, and through the portal of the open heart, one merges in her boundless golden Radiance. Therefor we bow and whisper, 'Jai Guru Dev.'

7/03/2014

A New Law


Through the ancient law of retaliation, my enemy and I descend into each others lie, a spiral of never-ending violence, based on the delusion that my act of revenge is a form of "justice," while the enemy's is a crime.

A Palestinian Jew named Issa once offered a new law. He said, "You have heard, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, but I say to you, do not resist the evil one.... love your enemy."

Our minds are terrified by his teaching, inventing a thousand logical reasons to reject it; for his words reverberate at such a high frequency, they have never yet taken root in the human heart. But they will.

7/02/2014

Veil

You have already breathed most of the atoms in the sky. The rest are waiting for that blessing. Thus there is wind. Mountain stream want to play in your veins. That is why they sing. The soil is a jostling marketplace of the dead and the living, where roots purchase nectar to turn into your cups of blood. Every pebble wants shattering and mingling with moonlight in a leaf for your salad. That is why you feel a strange longing for home when you take off your shoes in the wet grass. Stars have no other voice but the atoms in your body, that whirring sound they make as you fall into prayer, just before sleep.... 

Yet your mind has convinced you to wear this veil of thoughts about separateness and poverty. Take it off and be naked again! All that divides you from abundance, from the marriage bed of the earth, from your breath of the whole sky and limitless sunshine of flesh, is this thought: 'I am alone.'

7/01/2014

Speak Mountain




When I praise one petal of a pascal flower, bow to a ball of goat's fur in the lupine,
bid the intercession of a hummingbird, or sip communion from the alpine aster,
I worship the Creator.

Every verse of Holy Scripture sings through a blossom of columbine. The passion of Christ is the ripening of a huckleberry. If I can't grasp the revelation of the bumble bee
on an Indian Paintbrush, my soul will never touch another world.

Speak, mountain, these feet are listening. Your paths are prophet songs. No need
to free-climb sheer cliffs, or find the breathless nothing at the peak. Mid-way is enough.

To saunter all day is my delight, the word from "saunte terre," sacred earth, Old French
of my ancestors: thus the gait of pilgrims, lovers rambling yet intent toward Jerusalem.

Now ease me naked into snow-melt streams that gush through purple penstemon
and monk's hood, where cascade lilies slow-cook in the photons of God's face.

Disguised as lupine, the blue moth folds her pouting wings; we all need places to grieve
this brief gift. And I discover again, as in the beginning, that the high places are here.

Photo: I took this at Mount Rainier, near Indian Henry's Cabin on the Kautz Creek Trail

Duty



Your first duty
is to save the world
from your mind.
Believe me, everyone
will be safer.
You descended among
the hurt and broken
for compassion, not judgment.
Hug your outrage
until it stops crying.
Feed it some milk
from your heart...