Sunday Morning, Nov. 11

When he appeared to them after the resurrection, Jesus simply breathed on the disciples and said, "Receive the Holy Spirit."

Withered husks fall away, but there is sparkling sweetness within. Forms perish, releasing the imperishable flame of essence.

Every breath is a kind of body, containing a soul of starlight. Through the grace of this breath, you can pour divine shakti, the power that created the universe, into each cell of your flesh. This breath can transform pain to beauty, rising from your belly to your crown, and back down to your chest. Rest here, in the radiant new life. Let withered husks fall away.

The beginning and end of all spiritual practice is to rest the mind in the heart. You are the flame. You are pure love.

Photo: In Assisi, by Ingrid Henzer