Uradiance

This sense that something went wrong. This sense that we have fallen and taken the world down with us. The sense that all might have turned out better had we not made some colossal mistake in the beginning. The strangest feeling that nature disapproves of us and every flower is shouting about some impending cataclysm, because our dark mother dared to taste the fruit of an unbearable delight. Dear friend, don't you know that humans hesitate and cower before uncertainty like this age after age? It's the way we feel when we don't know how to breathe, when we don't know how to pause between our thoughts and root down in the garden between heartbeats. Some say heaven will appear when this tribulation is over. I say heaven is an infinitesimal grain of silence at the tip of your exhalation just before you receive the gift of another breath. Meet me here. We'll dance barefoot under the tree of stars whe...

    Fall into your heart. Rest. Pulsate. It is astonishing when the heart falls in love with itself, gazing into the mirror of its own awareness, and you discover the Beloved whom you sought for lifetimes outside you, here waiting to gaze back from deeper inside than your own soul. You do not have to seek the Beloved anymore. Just look into the one who has been seeking. For the Beloved has always been waiting to gaze back from the mirror I Am. This is why, when God told Moses the divine Name, it was doubled, repeated twice, as you are to yourself: I Am that I Am.  Is this not the sound of your own heartbeat? "I Am, I Am, I Am..." We completely miss the sweet flavor of Truth when we speak of non-duality as opposed to duality, as if they are two different things. They are not. How could they be two if all is one?  Divine relationship vibrates in the unity of silence.  In the One has always been a divine Other. Here is what God is always doing in the depths of your...

  I feel the madness of the full moon coming on. When I laugh, when I weep, when I sing, when my mind evaporates in the silence of meditation, I have no chakras. My natal chart is a blank page where I scrawl unborn stars and erase the ones I no longer want. The sun expands and contracts in my diaphragm. The rising and falling of my belly turns the wheel of the planets. Floating between my eyebrows, the strawberry moon. A Milky Way pours down my spine into the chalice of my heart. My flesh is spun from supernova dust. The amethyst of Christ burns a black hole deep inside my brain, precisely the same black hole at the center of every galaxy. Lit with golden flames, my pituitary hangs like a chandelier in that secret chamber of darkness. My pineal gland is a Christal Eye that beams sweet fire into every cell of my body, overflowing into forests, rivers, clouds, and thirsty streets. It  is the Single Eye that Jesus called a pearl of great price, that Buddha called the diamond...