Orant
Prayer is wonder without speaking, trying, begging, each breath a womb permeated by the name of Jesus. This is how the Mother plants seeds of silence in us, seeds of a new creation.
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Cradled
Time and space are granulating into infinitesimal quantum particles of eternity. Each particular moment contains the entire past and future, each particular quark contains the most distant galaxies in its aura. That which was once conceived as distant in time or space is not a breath away. If we try to conceive the new paradigm by cramming our multi-dimensional bodies into the old conception of space that we've inhabited for aeons, we become disoriented. That space no longer exists. And if we continue to conceive of time as linear, trying to leap from one time-line into a better one, we are paralyzed with confusion. The vector that moved from past to future has been pulverized. Now we rest in a timeless flowering of possibilities, petals unfolding in all directions at one. As close in time to our most ancient ancestor as to the person we texted on our cellphone one minute ago - maybe closer. As near in space with an angel on a star ten m...
Sabbath Work
“You shall do no work on the Lord’s Sabbath.” ~Leviticus 23:3 This is the work of the Sabbath. Let all creatures flower out of themselves, the motionless explosion of a rose, a galaxy of pollen, a blue-green egg in a well-woven nest, the little earth in its swirl of distances. This is the task of the effortless. Each nerve a serpent in the hologram of your spine, the diamond Am with eight billion I’s. A prophet does not see into the future. A prophet sees deeply into the present moment.
You Are Not On Earth
You are not on earth to change this dream. You are here to awaken. Your first step contains all the others. A pilgrim arrives before the journey begins. This body isn't a guesthouse but a sanctuary at the end of every breath. Your bones are corridors leading to heavenly places deep in the valley beneath your heart. Rest where you are. Perfect asanas arise from the spin of an atom whose momentum is the Mother. Why all this effort, friend? Stars entangled in the shining blackness of your hair effuse the scent of midnight jasmine. Are you not the silent radiance you’ve been praying to? Photo: by Wanderloom