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Silence

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    Silence, unmanifest mother of creation. Marrow of the bone soul. Heart-piercing ray of awakening. A raindrop containing the whole sun. Selah. The sorrow of your eyes echoing ancestral conversations. When I gaze into those drowned mansions of quietness, you are unspeakably present. Where silence deepens, songs germinate. Where darkness falls, seeds of fire spring out of composted pain. Mixed with the grit of a little thinking, silence is not silence, but grinding despair. One grain of "me" weighs more than the planet. Now sink lavishly into your absence, womb of unborn beauty between heartbeats, while high along a snow-melt stream, starry alpine flowers blurt your golden secrets out. Whatever you mean begins as crystal silence, on distant peaks within. Photo: a favorite wandering spot of mine on Mt. Rainier.

Rest In The Heart

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 In this conversation, may we dare to touch on the question of the  incarnation of Christ? Not as a doctrine but a gift to the human heart,  the ultimate expression of divine Friendship.  Pictured here is our new  book, 'Rest In The Heart,' with my poems and the wondrous mandala- collages of Rashani Réa, soon to be published. 

The Sensuality Of God

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   "Glorify God in your Body." ~1 Corinthians 6:20 Spirituality is not the renunciation of the senses, but their refinement to the subtlest of all sensations: God. God is the most sensuous of delights. Meditation refines sensation through quietness. Our spiritual practice cultivates finer perception until taste and smell sense the flavor and fragrance of pure Being; sight gazes into the light shining from Divine Darkness; touch feels the inner caress of breath, the gravity-hug of earth through the skin; hearing listens to the hum of silence, which contains the music of galaxies. Subtler than these five sense organs is the sixth, the mind. Meditation refines the mind just as it refines the other organs of perception. When the restless mind settles into quietness, we transcend thought, no image limits awareness, the bliss of emptiness overflows, and reason relishes infinity. Subtler than mind is the soul, I Am, yet the soul is also a sense organ. The soul ...

Through the Eye of the Heart

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I used to think there was a macrocosm out there, and a microcosm down here. I used to think, "As above, so below," like, there was a difference. I thought there was inner and outer. I thought there was a feminist spirituality and a masculine spirituality, an indigenous tribal way and a European way, an Eastern soul and a Western soul. Everything seemed very complicated, and multi-dimensional. And I was always choosing sides. But I was looking through the shattered lens of egoic mind, and seeing with double-vision.   Then I relaxed into who I really Am, breathed down into my chest, and began seeing through the clear lens, the single Eye of the Heart. As Jesus said, "When your Eye is single, your whole body will be filled with light." Human beings all live in one homeland, one kingdom of God. We are all born here, in the land of the body. We may appear in eight billion different colors, but there is only one human race. Each one of us contains the mothering energy...