Posts

Secret

-
Image
There's a secret in this madness. Everything is breath. A toadstool is Spirit-blown like glass. This mossy stone must be  the supreme Being because it exists. The wing of a housefly reveals a thousand verses of scripture, but you need to look. The fur on a golden shelter dog is infested with celestial messengers. Your next inhalation, the intimate name of Lady Wisdom, Sophia, whose whisper only lovers know. How does Mount Fuji float on a cloud? How do a billion stars rest in your open palm like a black moth? It happens through the science of miracles. The sun and planets in free-fall, caught and held by some colossal stillness. Be a pilgrim, then you'll understand the secret in this madness. Let the radiance of your destination illuminate your starting place before you take the first step. Let the space between the beginning and the end be a single exhalation of grace. What stands in your way is seeking. Everyth...
Post a Comment
Read more

Resting in the Heart (Video)

-
Image
Rest the mind in the heart, until the path disappears. We meet here, in this brokenness, where all our pronouns dissolve into Thou.  A journey from the mind to the heart may be twelve inches, or twelve thousand light-years. You decide. 
Post a Comment
Read more

Don't Ask

-
Image
        Don't ask, "What is my work in this world?" Just make honey. Let knowledge ripen into wisdom. Let wisdom ripen into foolishness. Only crazy people understand God. When this love drives you out of your mind, you will stop seeking and begin to dance. At the heart of the dance, stand still, while many worlds spin around you. Reader, stop reading this dangerous poem now! All right then, drink on. You alone, Nadimati, already tipsy with the vintage of emptiness, will hear a secret that you must forget when morning comes. This is not the juice of the Guru gushing up your stem, blushing your bud with April, spreading fragrance over the garden; nor is it the wine of Christ, bursting the wineskin, sweet Ruh from the suras of Mohammad, or the tears of Qwan Yin. Enter the diamond chamber in the rose of your chest. Feel the tremor of pistil and stamen. Refuse to name them Jesus and Mary, Radha Krishna, El Shaddai and Shekináh. For th...
Post a Comment
Read more

Ommatidia

-
Image
To the bud, blossoming is a catastrophe.  But chaos is just another word for Becoming. Nothing you cling to is who you really are. The seed dies in a sprout. The stem holds up her tiny fist, bursting into petals of ineffable fragrance. Pollen, nectar, honey, fruit.  Use your ommatidia. You have thousands of eyes.   Soften your perception,   the way a bee sees. And if you cannot learn this from the body of Jesus, learn it from the breath of Spring.
Post a Comment
Read more