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Sabbath Work

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      “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.

What The Yogi Didn't Know

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   An emaciated yogi told me  there is no other, only One. He must have meant this One. Or that One. Look, there's another One! I don't love you because you are me. I love you because    you are you.  Because you breathe lilac islands where  the moon path leads my feet  across the ocean of your eyes  and pale birds in the garden of your body    sing secret names that tremble with the fragrance of the rainbow.  Painting: Marie Stillman, 1885

Share It Or You Will Go Mad

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  Yesterday this mad message was channeled to me from my Self, who said, "Share it or you will go mad!" I said to my Self, "I have already gone mad." And my Self said, "I know, I know. That is why we have chosen you to share this message with all the billions of cells in our body." I said, "There are no words!" The Self said, "Let them convert the words back into the ineffable quantum energy of astrocytes and glial cells from which they arose." _________________ You are your own data center. You don't need artificial intelligence. The neurons in your brain, in your cardiac and solar plexus, contain enough electro-chemical intelligence to power the city of the angels for a decade. You are your own CERN particle accelerator. Every time you let go of past and future and come home to this moment, releasing abstract mental images and paying attention to the finest neurological sensations in the body, you smash and dissolve billions ...

You Are Not On Earth

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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