Uradiance

My heartbeat is the name of the Friend. My inbreath is Sophia, the wisdom-mother who danced with the Almighty when the world was made. My outbreath is Mary, who covers the earth with her blue-green mantle of compassion. Between breathing out and breathing in, a timeless empty Bindhu, smaller than a dust mote. I think it is a portal to the un-created, pouring forth the suns of God in petaled tiers, braided hosts of galaxies, spiraling hierarchies, angels untamed, feral creatures of dark energy more vast than supernovae plunging through waves of the void on fins of fire, bearing gifts of awful loveliness, the faces of children about to be born on the new earth. I sink, I drown in this hollow between breaths because I am not afraid of loss, of annihilation, of beauty. And I know it is a place deeper inside me than I Am. Gaze into the gaze that creates you. An amethyst resting in a flame burning at the center of the golden rose in yo...

This is a stunning, colorful, coffee-table sized art book, using words that Rashani Réa selected from my writings to weave into her art. Thank you, Rashani, for all the labor of love that went into these mandala/collages! The purpose of this book is to provide portals through which the mind may descend into the heart, for the New Earth will manifest through humanity's Hridaya chakra. Here is the link where you can order the book from Rashani's website. Peace. https://www.rashani.com/booksandjournals/p/rest-in-the-heart    Here is the back cover as well, where you can enjoy the inspiring  endorsements received for our book. Click the photo to enlarge.

  Don’t ask, what is my spiritual practice. Ask, what is God's  spiritual practice? I Am. The pulse of my heartbeat is the name  of the Friend. The silent flowing of my breath is the motherhood of the Holy Spirit. My body is the garden where Issa meets  Magdalene at dawn. Do they kiss? They kiss. Selah. Wisdom  and Ecstasy, twin serpents, spiraling up the tree of life, my spine.  Sweet star-clusters dangling from my limbs. My dark places  filled with galaxies. Softly, the lips of the Beloved shape me,  as a Word is shaped by prayer. I Am God's spiritual practice. Art: by William Blake

  God spoke to me this Sabbath morning, or maybe it was a hummingbird. This is what her invisible wings inscribed on the air: I don't want Union, I want Nearness. Love is Two melting into Zero, so much more than One. No philosophy but play. The world is not saved by your political opinion, arguing for or against. The world is saved by your blessing. And how do you bless? You smile, not from your lips, but from your chest. You breathe, knowing that everyone on earth is breathing one golden breath. By the way you walk, the way you sit, the way you recline, then rise in darkness to stand again before the faithful sun, the way you wield your grandfather's hoe, your grandmother's cup, this is how you manifest to friend and foe alike the majesty of our Being. Photo: Penn State University News