Uradiance

Happy Birthday, USA. I love you! So glad to be here welcoming visitors from across the big water for the World Cup. You are warm, generous, bubbling with passion and good food, and far more radiant than the gloomy vision sniveled by fiberoptic bots on the evening "news." You're as feisty feral outrageous rambunctious infuriating full of paradox as you were 250 years ago, maybe more so. I especially love you when your heart pours out a rainbow, when you overflow with spunk and generosity, spreading your broken fallen feathered hug to gather in the opposites - cowboys and shamans, Jews and Muslims, socialists and evangelist, gay Ken and Safari Barbie, because we're all dipped in the same Ranch Dressing. And if I wanted to live in any other country, I would. You have spicy buffalo wings and red slippers. You have a blank natal chart swirling with un-scribbled stars. You are much more than two dysfunctional outmoded political parties, neither of which your Founders put in...

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...