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Be A Wanderer

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In the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas, Jesus says, "Be a wanderer." He shows a special affinity for wanderers, especially those who are lost. The story says that Jesus was tempted by Satan in the wilderness, but the only temptation in the wilderness is to believe that we know where we are. Then we give the place a name, and start labeling things. With the colossal arrogance of the human mind, we assume that we know, when in fact we know nothing.  I am a fool. I prefer to be lost. For it is precisely when I am lost that I become more attentive, with an utterly quiet mind. The mind is quiet when I am lost because I do not know the name of the place. Then I can notice each twig and cilium and fallen feather of detail, without any labels. This is when I meet the Friend. Not because the Friend comes to find me, but because the Friend is already here, off-trail, waiting patiently for me in the wayless, in the nameless.  The Friend is also deeply, ineffably, irretrievably lost, greeting m...
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The Price

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My Teacher said,  "I am in the business of selling gazes. The price is your heart,  but if you have nothing in the bank,    the penny of wonder in your eye is enough." Foolish as it seemed, I gave him everything and purchased emptiness. Friend, this is real business. With a single glance you sell  stars and galaxies, buying nothing in return. Thus you become rich. A mysterious transaction between  two overflowing voids, I and Thou. But how could there be more than  one?  And how could those who rest  in the gaze of grace be poor? If you understand this, you have invested  in the silence  of the rose. You've become a dust mote  of the unknown without circumference. When you breathe, stars tremble. You feel them burning behind your eyes. Friend, we are in orbit  around each other. Your center, me,  my center, you. And this majestic turning of all things  through all things is the great stillness. Photo from ...
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Morning

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Woke this morning in the Kingdom of the Golden Fur, a healing canine presence pressed against my spine. My little dog, Emerson. An through this simplest tenderest experience I knew, not as belief but direct sensation, that each electron of matter is made out of sparkling awareness, and the space between them is love, as the space between the galaxies is love, for it is all the same space, and there is no distance. All this vastness is my body, all a love so near it need not even be breathed, for it is the ocean I drown in every moment, and Am. This love is both Self and Other, yet there is nothing impersonal about it, perpetually flowering as the coral-rose splendor in my chest, gathering distant stars into my heartbeat, the heartbeat of the cosmos, which I hear as the secret two-syllable name of the Friend.
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You Are Here

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Don’t be fooled by those pictures of the galaxy that point to a tiny dot and say, "You are here!" You’re much bigger than that. The galaxy is inside you. Your physiology is luminous with black holes.  The Milky Way flows up and down  your spine. Exhale through the sacrum into your planetary core. Inhale to your crown  and gently rest in the clear blue sky that is but a moment of your astonishment.  Your only boundaries are thoughts. Be the night within night. Touch the Moon, Venus, Jupiter with a silken ray of pure attention. Let your own beam lead you  to the distant world your grandmothers came from,  where you will return bearing  the bittersweet fruit of seven  times seventy lives. A glistening filament of death  threads jewels of awakening through each vertebra.  Everything depends on the rapture of ceaseless d...
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