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...
