Uradiance

Let a swarthy Goddess be your breath. Then you won't need any rule but wonder. Just for a little while let joy and sorrow drink from the same bowl, the one you've been holding in your rib cage and polishing too carefully. What chalice doesn't get chipped and spill its feral energy? No need to count the drops, each one is whole. Mother Raven in her fire-flecked feathers brings you no sun disk dipped in heart wine, but a still inward whirling, circled splendor of emptiness, portal to the Uncreated. Now listen to evening fall. Beyond far faint star music , hear the final beauty, silence, cleansing your mind of the need to awaken. Let the grace of the present moment illuminate your hollow bones from inside. Image by Cororo on DeviantArt

Why not rest from all this looking "for," and honor the one who is looking? Meditate on your own eyes, and heal them of the search.

You thought He was the gardener but He was the garden. Every seed knows this. Creature and Creator both get parched with longing. They meet here by a well. He loves you because, though you've had other paramours, you are always alone lingering in this place between heartbeats. He asks you for a drink. But here's the secret. You are his thirst and the well is your breath. Art: William Bouguereau

  I have a confession to make. I cherish and honor the name of Jesus. The name of Jesus is a flame of love in my heart, the fiery warmth of God's personal presence. It is the radiant evidence that God is a Person, not merely an abstraction, or an energy. This name calls me to drown in the overflowing nectar of eternity at the center of the rose, the rose of now. And when I speak of the heart I speak of a real place. The doorway to this place is silence. Through the portal of silence I sink into the core of Being, which is not above or beyond this body, but in the starry vastness of my chest, for the Kingdom is flesh as well as spirit.  Falling into the vastness of the heart, I enter an infinitesimal bindhu, a black dot the size of a mustard seed. As my mind gives up its doubting, questioning, and struggling to "know," this tiny dot expands into a realm where all creatures are made of flames. Yet these flames do not destroy, they pulsate with beauty, and glow with creative...