Uradiance

How she became my guide in uniting the wisdom of the East with the Christian mystical tradition. Mary is very personal, and very real, yet she is an energy within our subtle body, not just a historical figure from the past. LINK

   Sometimes the most "spiritual" thing we can do is mind our own business.  In this frenetic age of "activism," we often think its our spiritual duty to be a crusader, to save the world, to impose our concept of utopia on others.  Rather than minding their business, what if we mind our own, very lovingly, very carefully, without haste, self-judgment, or comparison?  Strange as it sounds, minding our own business can profoundly affect others, like a flower that enhances the whole garden by releasing its unique peculiar essence. This is a subtle secret: when we learn to be wholly and authentically ourselves, we radiate the quality of wholeness to others. The  very presence of a centered soul soothes, heals, and centers the community. This is Alignment, another name for Yoga. Being in alignment emanates a field where others can more gracefully come into alignment. Alignment is infectious. Not alignment with religious or political ideals impose...

   Playfulness without a player. The frolic of God. An abandoned lute fingered by the midnight wind. Countlessness of pollen grains in a single flower. The fragrance of myrrh wafted over the ocean where moons dance in dolphin crescent stillness. A fallen tower spilling jasmine  and oil of spikenard on the sand as rudderless boats of plenty drift unhelmed wherever anointing is needed. Her body laden with jars of chrism and wine, how could she whirl up your backbone from blossom to blossom, escaping your gravity? A woman of the night or the temple virgin of Ningal? Yes. And the grail holder of Jesus. Scholars will never understand how her polished emptiness overflows. How her darkness engenders stars. They would rather correct mistakes in God's translation of her marvelous silence. If you want to taste her fecund blackness, cleanse the secret window of your heart. Behind clouds of grief and time the space of her...