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Listen

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Listen. Really listen to mother coyote at midnight and you'll stay awake forever. Stand still, not far from the bird feeder eavesdropping on gossip of nuthatch and titmouse, finch and pine siskin. This is all  the morning news  you need. In the evening when you hear Jesus weeping in the garden, stay awhile. Don't ask, "What's wrong?" Never ask anybody that. He'll just answer, "Oh, it's nothing." True poverty is resting without words. You think he is grieving about tomorrow? Really listen. There is never another day. His tears are for the beauty of silence,  the soft  abundance  of the dark,  and in the midst of all  our sorrows, the gift of this breath. Photo: Cornell Lab, All About Birds

Raven Cries

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Raven cries, "Stop thinking!" Mountain wind in murmuring h emlock,  "Stop trying not to think!" Down here in  fern forest shadows, "stop thinking"  and "stop trying  not to think" are precisely the same practice. The valley of Wu Wei is lovely and green, humming with stillness. Silt settles in the stream. Problems vanish by themselves. No need to touch the surface or the depth. This we call, "Stop thinking." Rest on the river bank and listen  to the music of far-off melting snow. This we call, "Stop trying not to think." To see who is looking  and hear what listens is effortless but  not so easy. White waters of silence tumble over 10,000 stones. Photo: Took this on a hike at Mt. Rainier

A New Year's Message from the Boys (Video)

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I usually only channel my Self. Why channel anyone else? But this year, the Boys from the Kingdom of the Fur need to share a message with you. So I will do my best to transcribe what they told me. Happy New Year from the boys. It's a whole new vibe, a whole new earth. No fifth dimension. No quantum consciousness. Just good old soil, water, wind and fire. No "Oneness" anymore. No "Twoness" either. Just wholeness, the all-pervading Friendship. No "non-duality" either. Aren't you getting tired of That? Just I and Thou, a single radiance self-dazzled in twin mirrors of pure awareness.  No more clinging to “now." The past and future are the bouquet of presence. No ideologies anymore, just persons. Neither "left" nor "right," neither "liberal" nor "conservative," only the dance.  Here’s something else we no longer need: spiritual teachers. We learn from falling snow, how it whirls. How a crimson berry holds ...

Here

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    You are not here      to save the world.           You are here to discover                that you Are the world. You are compassion.      You are perfect healing.            In you the mountains                 are lighter than the sky. Don't try to understand this.      Just fall in love with           yourself in every                pair of eyes. And however you may worship,      take a blessed breath           of this newborn light                that is never even one                     moment old. Artist, Artemio Coanqu

No Other Way To Get Through

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The message I keep hearing from people is how tired they are, how utterly weary and exhausted. The message I keep hearing in response from Nature is: Now is the time to collapse. Now is the time to be fallen, to dissolve like the snow. It's perfectly OK to sink, to let go, to become scattered thistle silk. Fall into Me. You are held. It was precisely your attempt to elevate, to ascend, to surmount and overcome, that exhausted you, and brought you to this trough in the light, this furrow in my loam. Here is your work now: abandon the quest. Only when you drop like a withered seed in complete surrender, will you be born like the new Sun from the very night you embrace. Don't strive for dawn. Let your darkness be the manger. There is no other way to get through this miracle. Image: by Susan Seddon-Boulet