Uradiance

     Who is aging? The body is aging. The mind is aging. But is the Self aging?  Whether two or eighty-two, You are not one moment old.  You are sparkling awareness, ever-dissolving and eternal. 

  The fire of anger is burning America. When our mind can no longer contain it, the flames burst out to scorch the environment, endangering many innocent creatures.  But You can water this fierce desiccation at its inner root, in the valley just beneath your breastbone. You can transform the collective heat of the nation into a healing balm of compassion. If you and I don't do this inner work, external works will be fruitless.  Gaze into the Christic flower that blossoms in the core of your chest. Is there not overwhelming power in its softness, melting sharp edges, merging opposites? The gentle fragrance that heals the earth cannot be understood by the intellect, or packaged by political ideology. It must be savored as pure energy, prior to conceptual thought, where the soul intuits its Self as a golden ocean of love. Gaze into this flower. Let it be the spontaneous inspiration of your action, a mandala of your true nature, your wisdom-heart of forgiveness. Photo: K...

                                                  I am the cup of astonishment. You are the wine of silence. Whoever pours You into Me I call Friend, Breath of my Breath. Each electron in my body your Radiance,  the space between them your Love. I Am nothing but You. No need for a Master. Just thread your gold umbilicus from the farthest star through a pearl in my fontanel, piercing my lungs, weaving rib-weft, belly down  to mothering compost. Am I not your loom? Let the spindle of the galaxy wind the soul out of itself to a radiant sun rooted in my sacrum. I will not be dizzied by  the tricks of light. Splendor is only a door, open, empty, leading neither inward nor outward, above nor below. At the center of this eye what roseate solar fire voluptuously trembles, luring me into the stillness of a diamond Christ  who reflec...