Uradiance

These three ancient mysteries of the Breath are not esoteric secrets, but celebrations open  to every human body. Enjoy, be grateful, honor the Goddess in each inhalation.  

A breath of Thou Art sweeps I Am away and the heart becomes clear. A breath of I Am sweeps Thou Art away and the heart becomes clear. Beloved, you are the clarity within clarity. So my breath is one, yet two, ever departing, ever returning. And so my heart is whole, yet contain s twin chambers, O sparkling emptiness who tastes the Self as Other! The moth folds her wings perfectly on a petal of blue lupine. The raven complains perfectly about nothing from a misty pine. A tear perfectly kisses my cheek for no reason. If you do not heal your own seeing , how can you heal anything you see ? The earth will be purified, not by politics, but by astonishment. It isn’t more work but less wanting that cleanses our water, wind, and soil. Thus we return to the crystal of No Thought. Our ambitions dissolve like clouds in a sky that was never not already blue. Look! The entangled filaments of creation pour out of your eyes, and the gold that glistens in that silk is y...

                                   At the quantum level of energy , every wave-particle is a vibration of the entire cosmic field . Therefore m y heart contains all the light that is, was, or ever shall be. So does yours.  But the  human mind work s with methodical desperation to deny this fact, constructing elaborate arguments to justify our finite, dis-eased, and victimized condition. The mind cannot endure th e paradox: while I am a boundless continuum of light extending in all directions at once, I am also an infinitesimal particle, a photon of the very glow that surrounds and contains me.  Thus the Upanishads declare, "Ano - raniyan Mahato - mahiyan: One atom of the smallest is greater than the greatest." While the mind cannot endure the paradox, the eye of the heart sees it clearly. Passing through and within the subtlest, most interior dimension of the microcosm,...