Uradiance

The etymology of the word 'bigot' is unknown. Its first recorded use is French, as a term for Normans. 'Bigot' is now one of those inflated terms we use without reflection. To judge someone because they are poor, black, fe male, gay or Native is bigoted, but no more bigoted than judging someone because they are prosperous, white, male, straight or Western. Each of us might well ask how deeply our identity depends on resentment of the "other," and the other's tribe. To dissolve this sense of separateness, this otherness, is the only true non-violence. The aristocrats of the coming age will be those who welcome each individual as unique, and not as the icon of a general category. Our great calling is simply to realize who we are: one world family.

Though we look to the past and the future for the solution to our problems, the truth is we cannot feel anything in the past or the future. This moment is the one place where we actually Feel. Presence is the only Way to Love.

Speak sternly to your foe as you would speak to the Master about the condition of your heart. Bold and quiet as a blue flame whisper awfully, I know my pain is bright in your body. We ignited one another. The burning emptiness of your belly  is my sorrow.   What can we do? Sense, touch, cherish our affliction without naming it:   this turns darkness into light. To merely blame is an escape from mutual causation.   Were we not born through the same exquisite wound where we circled the darkness and swam   as one pang in our Mother? Tears are her gift. It's trying to make them go away   that hurts us.

We think that 'enemies' have nothing in common. Actually 'enemies' are intimately joined at the heart. The fear and anger that drive my enemy to be against me, and the fear and anger that drive me to be against my enemy, are exactly the sam e energy, arising from exactly the same place.  Breathing into that pain in myself, I breathe into that pain in my enemy. Understanding that pain in myself, I understand that pain in my enemy. Healing that pain in myself, I heal that pain in my enemy. Then we can actually sit down and talk to each other about our children. That is what Jesus meant when he said, 'Love your enemy.' It is not passivity. It is a very dynamic process. The opposite of this healing process is anger. Anger is a poison that paralyzes the heart. As the paralysis sets it, it causes foot stomping, fist raising, shouting, and even violence. Some people mistake this for 'action.'

It's remarkable to me that so many people need a scape goat to explain the inconvenience and messiness of the world. For some, the scapegoat is "capitalism," for others "big government." For some its "religion" and for others it's not havi ng the "true" religion. Some blame "the rich" and some even blame "the poor." Some blame the Left and some blame the Tea Party. Of course none of these abstractions actually exist, because there are only people, being people. So why is it necessary to blame somebody? Maybe the world seems so unjust because we're trapped in our mental image of how it "should" be. We don't like what it actually IS: the raw chaos, the loose strings, the unresolved issues. But in fact this is the nature of the world. The sloppy state of things is the infinite totality of Being expressing itself this moment. It is utterly perfect: otherwise, it would be different. Yet no...

Have you ever noticed that our culture is rooted in the notion that we are going somewhere? How do we know we're going somewhere? Have we ever gotten there? When we arrive, aren't we still right here? The future is a desperate illusion sustained through notions like "heaven," "progress" and "self-improvement," that help us avoid response-ability to the present moment. The only "progress" that means anything to me is our response to what actually Is. T his Now, with all its messiness and uncertainty, its unresolved threads of cause and effect, is our only possible destination. The inescapability of the present moment is not bondage, but freedom, because here is the only place where we actually feel anything. Anxiety and anticipation about plans or goals for the future numb us to the ineluctable sanctity of what is . But fully breathing Presence, we dissolve the future into pure alertness, releasing anxiety as free energy that c...

I love blackness. O 3 a.m.! O womb, O voluptuous ink of poems, O Virgin of Montserrat, the blessed symmetry of zero, quantum vacuum gushing particles of night, oh fountain and fecundity of nothing, without your one eternal uncreated No this mad and multitudinous dance of yes could never be born, O Light is not enough, I love the Dark!

Stories are all about the past and future. There is no story of the present moment. But we are so romantically attached to our stories, especially our "sacred" stories, we even kill and start wars to defend our story from the story of anoth er tribe or nation. Peace is the end of stories...   The morning glory opens at dawn, without a story, then it's gone. To see it truly, the mind must burn up the past and future in the fire of deep listening, in a stillness and a silence that doesn't need to hear a story. Presence has no beginning or end.  

     We never quite grasp that it's the Self who awakens, not the world. Upon "enlightenment," we expect to see everything turn to sugar, with a halo around it. But the ordinary doesn't become extraordinary through any change in form. The ordina ry becomes extraordinary by virtue of the formless Self, who awakens and perceives its heart in all. Then truth dawns: the ordinary is already a miracle. Whose innocence do you see in this newborn fawn, if not your own? How else could you recognize it?

The ancient problem of Desire: Should I control it, suppress it, renounce it? Should I pretend to be a monk? (Lots of monks are just pretending.) Or should I give in to my addictions? (Then I get to call myself a "victim.") How about "moderation?" (Good luck with that.) No one has ever succeeded in moderation without becoming a bore. Most of us just oscillate between repression and binge. Desire cannot be controlled in any way, for Desire is an uncompromising and ruthless Goddess. She will only leave you alone when you allow her to burn you to ashes. Desire is a sacred dancer who will not be disciplined. The only sin is to suppress her. She is a naked flame of burning beauty. When her dance is done, She dissolves into immaculate darkness. But She is in control of this dance, not you. The only way to handle her is not to handle her at all, but honor her, and bow down. Instead of regarding Desire as a problem, we can welcome her as the divine guest ...

We usually equate 'service' with feeding the hungry, sheltering the homeless, giving alms to the poor. But the hunger and poverty of the soul is deep today, and must also be fed. As much as humans need bread, water and shelter, we need the opening of the heart and the expansion of awareness. Nourished merely by physical bread and water, without the infusion of spiritual energy, humans survive for another day, but they do not evolve. Merely to eat, drink, work and sleep without evolving, is to be trapped in endless karmic circles of wealth and poverty, war and peace, health and sickness. Only awakening the spiritual energy can turn this circle of karma into a spiral of evolution. We are called not to endless rounds of mere sensory existence, but to an upward-spiraling release in divine love. We live in a vortex of transformation, not a circle of repetition. Some serve humanity by offering food and shelter to the poor; some serve by offering inner alms to awak...

Spring evening. Listen to the news. Turn off the news and listen to meditation music. Turn off the music and listen to a Guru video. Turn off the video. Listen to a robin, a sunset thrush in the alder, the sile nce between the notes, the waves. The basic sanity of nature is always here. No need to search. Turn off everything. Now take a barefoot step in the warm sand. Sink into what Is.   *Photo: my little girls and me at the Jersey Shore in 1988

Thank you, Mother, for teaching me to talk to animals: cows, pheasants, deer, and stray dogs. Thank you for inspiring me to cook with my imagination instead of a recipe. Thank you for teaching me that work can be play, and working hard all day growing uselessly beautiful flowers is worth the labor.  Thank you for teaching me their names. The first time I heard "forget-me-nots" and "snow-drops," I couldn't believe we humans were allowed to invent such names! I learned that words could flower. Thank you for teaching me that the Oxford Book of English Verse is as sacred as the Book of Common Prayer, though that too is a lovely poem. Thank you for noticing the beauty of the rhododendron and the mockingbird: for teaching me that this anonymous sacrament of wonder might be the most important work we do all day. Thank you, Nana. We love you forever.

Compassion dissolves authority. As a tropical virus cannot survive in a cool alpine stream, so the very concept of 'authority' vanishes in the breath of compassion.

It is better to perform one's own duty, even if insignificant, than the duty of another, however grand!" ~Bhagavad Gita Performing the duty that follows from one’s own nature is freedom. My 'Dharma' is whatever the universe needs me to do in order to be whole.The sign of doing my Dharma is that, even while working very hard, stillness permeates action, silence suffuses words, and a seamless continuum of compassion unifies the mind, the breath and the body - just as water pervades waves, and sap pervades the petals of a flower. The Dharma of one is to be a soldier, of another to be a monk, of another to own a business, of another to serve the homeless, of another to teach children, yet another is a farmer, and another a carpenter. Their work is equally pure when performed as an offering in harmony with the divine will, to serve the earth and to defend the innocent. If I judge my Dharma superior and yours inferior, or my Dharma inferior and yours superio...

"Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world, the agent of universal synthesis." ~Teilhard de Chardin "Love, and do what you like." ~Saint Augustine We humans have such a problem with Love because we insist on making it a commandment. But Love is not a law. Free from all authority, Love is never imposed from by the mind, from above . Free of moral compunction, Love doesn't need to save the world: the world is already drenched in love, saved by every sunrise, blessed by every sunset. We simply need to wake up and taste the energy that Is, because Love already permeates every particle of being. Love is the strong force binding our nuclei, the electricity weaving our molecules. Love percolates out of our atoms, simmering in our bone marrow, steaming through the forest of this sacred body. Love is our juice, the very flavor of our flesh. We best learn love from animals, not angels. Animals don't turn love into...

Crucial to our health is not how well we dance, but whether we dance at all. Dance in your kitchen while you scramble the eggs. Dance while you take your dog out to pee at 3 AM. Dance barefoot in the rain through fields of wild poppy and alfalfa. God respects work. God admires public service. But God loves the silliness that dances for no reason.

  I am not a liberal, a conservative, or a progressive. What am I? Just an ordinary ape, trying to remember the ancient harmony. O blessed furry ones, thank you, I'm sorry, forgive me, I love you. I am not a progressive because I don't believe in "progress." The world may have been exquisitely perfect millions of years ago. Why do we assume we have made it any better? I am not a liberal because all that is really liberated is awareness, which has nothing to do with politics. I am not a conservative because energy is conserved no matter what we do with it. We know this through the most basic law of thermodynamics. Abundance happens when we share our energy, letting it flow through natural channels. When we block this energy and try to "conserve" it, we create separation and lack. O blessed furry ones, thank you, I'm sorry, forgive me, I love you.  

At the very moment in history when the Great Mother resurges through the earth, balancing civilization's masculine and feminine energies, lifting undaunted women of power to lead us into a new age, a considerable show of male insecurity als o rises as a counter-force which, in the end, will only make Her stronger, because it is a manifestation of weakness. In Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, Nigeria, and wherever Muslim fundamentalism takes root, cowardly men, scared of their own sexuality and insecure about their own mental powers, insist on the genital mutilation of girls, and prohibit the education of women. I call upon my Muslim-American friends to speak out strongly against these spineless fundamentalists. Meanwhile, throughout the United State, Christian fundamentalists and right-wing politicians attempt to pass laws restricting women's rights and choices, threatening female health, and attacking the female body, even as they demand 'submission' of wom...

"Omnipresent pure consciousness is known as the soul when it experiences its own being."  ~Yoga Vashista To transcend the mind does not mean to suppress it, or control it, or annihilate the ego. To transcend the mind does not mean engaging in any of the neurotic inner conflict that monks and renunciates have handed down to us for centuries in the name of "spiritual practice." To transcend means gracefully relinquishing every mechanism of control, to become the scintillating, boundless, clear space in which mind arises and dissolves. Thinking is not the perceiver, but the object of perception. Thinking is just a tool, like any other thing we might pick up to use, and lay down again when we finish using it. We 'have' mind, but our mind is not who we 'are.' Mind is not our Being. Our Being the expanse of pure consciousness. You are the fresh sparkling stream of awareness, in which the mind and all its thoughts are just tumbling pebbles.

"Dearest humanity, thousands of years ago, as you made your evolutionary descent into flesh, for Self-awareness through individuation, We told you clearly that the secret of your path would be to rest the mind in the heart. "We gave you the gift of the intellect to support the intuition of your heart, not to operate independently from it. "We told you that this would be your constant choice: the path would be painful, confusing, and violent if you dismembered you r mind from your heart-center. But the path would be joyous and graceful if you consulted תפארת Tiferet, the Beauty in your heart, with every breath.   "We told you that you could make your way a nightmare or a wondrous awakening. Guided by the heart, each step may be lit by a candle of Presence, glowing not from heaven above, but from within the center of your sacred body, spilling light upon the earth, creating gardens in every footprint through the wilderness. "O Humanity, you have...