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Small

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    Knowing makes you small. Big spirits mutter in amazement, mantras like, “WTF?” and, “I have no idea,” their windows and doors wide open, letting wind blow seeds in. Some meet the Master and start building earthworks right away with sandbags of mind dust and suspicion bones. Others see a long-lost Friend, scent jasmine and let their last breath go, falling into dazzled silence, dark as the soul of Beauty. From that moment on they’re breathed by an Other who is deeper inside them  than memories of birth or death. Sun floods earth, one perfect beam for each awakening bulb. It depends on how ready you are to burst open and fill the air with the fragrance of your Unknowing. Listen, dear, this world is a dry cocoon. Soon it will crack and shatter, spilling up into golden air the crinkled rainbows you've kept holding too long  in your chest. Give up certainty. Just unfurl. Photo: A visitor in my backyard
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International Woman's Day

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  Can you pour the ocean into a thimble? Can you honor Woman in one day? The whole lifespan of Allah, Shiva, Yahweh is one breath in her eternity. Earth spins on her spine of stillness. Planets circle their suns because her darkness is awake. Stars drip from the rim of her bowl. We drank from her silence before we were conceived, trillions of galaxies suspended like dust in the golden beam of her gaze. When She closes her eyes, there is fullness. When she opens them, we dance.
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Sabbath

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  Just for an hour on a Spring morning, give up being right. The earth won't disappear. You will. Not being of the world refreshes the meadow. Just for an hour, lie fallow. Or even for a breath allow the golden swamp cabbage, the shy forest trillium to fill your absence with joy. Be irrelevant. Let snowdrops flower without you.
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Dance With It

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The final apocalypse has already happened. It happened a moment ago, in your exhalation.  The final apocalypse  is happening now, a sunbeam shattered through the prism of a dragonfly’s wing, scattering colors on a still pond. The world is ever-dissolving into the tranquility of chaos.  All that exists is a glorious explosion of free energy, which is love, with no boundary, no cause, no story to tell, no past to regret or future to fear. You cannot comprehend it, but you can dance with it. Whoever groks this is happy, free from the burden of hope and the need to attain.  You cannot change what is happening now. But you can change how you see it. And how you see it has a great deal to do with what happens in your future. Just don’t get caught in the grand illusion that there is a System. Until now you have lived in the luxurious illusion that there is a System on which you can blame your frustrations. Now is the time to blink away the mirage and see through it. Even t...
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