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Lion's Gate

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    The stars and planets always point to Now. This moment is the only portal, a wide open doorway of love leading back to earth, our true home. Here's the secret: you don't need to go anywhere else. My astrologer gave up when she looked at my chart and saw constellations spinning out of control, planets madly dancing, erasing their trines and sextiles like lines drawn on water, exchanging aspects like masks of grief and exultation. "You're just empty space!" she said, "How do you do that?" "Friend," I replied, "awareness is a crystal more solid that the sun, more tranquil than Polaris. Everything dissolves but the diamond glistening between your nipples. First, you must learn to smile. Laughter emancipates the stars from the tyranny of knowledge. Then, let go of yesterday. As for tomorrow, it's already here. " Painting: by Lucie Bilodeau
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On The Mystery Of Jesus

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Jesus, you are the Mystery my frail human intellect cannot explain. Yet,  through your Mystery, all other mysteries are solved.     You have said, "If thine eye be single, thy whole body will be filled with light (Mat 6:22)."  When I meet you in the center of my soul, I can see through your single Eye, the lens  of my heart.   And your Eye in my heart irradiates whatever it sees with the light of a new creation.     I cannot comprehend your grace. You anoint me with a sobering vision, yet it is the vision that heals, and leads to wholeness. I see how this beautiful earth is immersed in a cloud of human vanity. I see why humans treat each other so cruelly. How our politics and even our science are perverted by the ego. Why our wounds so willfully reject the very kindness that would heal them. How we are driven by an unacknowledged  grief . It is the grief of pride, the pride that will not confess its yearning for you.    Ho...
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Keep Falling

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        As you fall asleep tonight, keep falling, plummeting into the star-foamed darkness of your heart. Play in the wave-nature of silence, rising up and sliding down the pearl moonbeam of this breath. Drifting in the ocean of no thought, fill your sail with the whisper of Hamsah, "I Am Thou." How could there be "higher" or "lower" in this froth of uncreated worlds where birth and death have not yet been divided into moments of time? What hand, passing through these waters, could cleave light from shadow, heaven from earth? Surrender is the subtlest art, it happens without you. Just rest in bewilderment. You have been given. When you witness your own waking, no need to invite the savior in. He is already here. Christ won't return because he never left. A face of compassion, ineffably human, seen by your Self in the mirror of Self-realization. The crystal gaze that has always alre...
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First Among Sinners

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I confess that I am "first among sinners."    Why? Because all that I behold I only know through the shattered lens of my ego, distorted by a mind that projects its own blurred vision on the other. The world I see is fragmented, flawed because my mind is fragmented and flawed, apprehending only itself in what it beholds. So declares the Yogic scripture: "Yatha drishti, tatha srishti: as the mind is, so the world appears." The modern "progressive" mind cannot see itself, because it is identified with itself. So I project my own blurred vision onto the other party. I seek a scapegoat to blame for the distortions caused by the cracks in the very lens through which I see. This profoundly realistic Christian vision of Sin is precisely the teaching of Advaita Vedanta and Zen Buddhism. Advaita reminds us that we do not see the true nature of creation around us, we see the superimposition of our thoughts. Buddhism's first Noble Truth teaches that "hum...
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