Uradiance

  Let all your pronouns dissolve in Thou. You are not a gender or a tribe, a nation or a race. You are the one who was born to gaze into my face, as I was born to gaze into yours. Our religion is a broken heart, spilling light out of darkness. We meet in the smell of food, giving thanks to the smallest creatures, the bee, the seed, the raindrop, learning from a withered Autumn sunflower how to scatter a thousand Summer mornings. ________ A poem from my book, 'Strangers & Pilgrims.' Illustration from The Rubaiyat of Omar Kayaam by Renée Bul

You no longer need a path to get back to the Beginning, to the Source of creation. Now you can begin at the goal. You are the Source. All paths flower out of your heart. This is not pride, but the fruit of emptiness. 

   We are most like God when we are uncertain, and draw no conclusions about anything. What is God's conclusion? Are we ever finished? Is there  an almighty stopwatch that rings and cries out, "All right, time's up?" What is the boundary of time or space?  Yet humans must invent the notion of a "Last Judgment" because we can't endure the boundless, the perhaps, the open-ended darkness of our glory. So we crave limits and border lines. We long for the end of time. I tell you, consciousness endures no closure, no final decision. Consciousness is ever-expanding. Will we look up in the sky to see a scoreboard telling us that our team won? This is the fantasy of the immature, the mind that needs linear thinking to construct final judgments. The mind needs conclusions, but the heart just keeps quietly bursting into the Unknown, flowering into Wonder. Image: Gustav Doré, Danté Gazes into the Celestial Rose

Don't wait for the shift to occur. You are the shift. Don't wait for the grand alignment of planets and stars. You are the alignment. You are not "in" the world or "of" the world. You are the world.    Feel the new earth. Feel it into creation. Do not will it or think it, but feel it. You are embarking on a whole new way, the Simpler Way, without a journey. Creation happens. The new earth manifests on the threshold of silence, like a faint ripple on a still sea. It happens at the  subtlest level of energy, which is the  breath of emptiness. Felt, not thought. Listened to, not spoken.    You no longer need to take up a "cause." You are the cause. You no longer need to impose an ideology upon others. That was like shouting at people from another room. Now just be present, sensing their energy, attuning to their frequency, gazing into their faces through the eye of your heart. Move them without joining any movement.   ...