Uradiance

  Your point of view and my point of view are equally "right" and equally insignificant facets in the dazzling holographic diamond of inter-radiant opposites.    Whatever is, the opposite also is, simultaneously arising. Yet neither of these little flickers of local light is Truth. Truth is what illuminates the entire jewel.    If we spent as much energy expanding into the Whole as we spend constricting ourselves to a point, each of us could illuminate the wide world with one silent glance, one gentle touch.    This is the breathing of grace: to expand into wholeness, then to exhale, fall, and break into bodies, incarnating All in each photon of joy, each tear of pain, each trembling seed of beauty. It is effortless. It is not an intention but a happening. It has already happened.   As knowings, we are very very small. As Beings, we are vast beyond imagining. We include each other. This is my New Year's prayer. It has already happened. ...

To those who are alone tonight, please understand that we are all alone, yet we share one beaten heart. To be alone is our core, our essence, yet this crystal solitude encircles the stars. The moon is always full three inches above your crown. The sun is always rising one inch in front of your heart. The wild constellations, those enormous black animals, roam and graze among the flowers of your body. Be plowed and furrowed and sown again until the seeds in your numb places burst. Find the courage to know perfect intimacy in aloneness. Let your most silent question go unanswered tonight, like a hollow sky containing both midnight and dawn. If you need a friend to tell you what will become of this world or where your path is leading, don't wait. Draw near to your own lips and listen to this breath. We all meet here, strangers and pilgrims. In the cavern of a Kiss, there are never two.

  Your point of view and my point of view are equally "right" and equally insignificant facets in the dazzling holographic diamond of opposites.    Whatever is, the opposite also is, simultaneously arising. Yet neither of these little flickers of local light is Truth. Truth is what illuminates the entire jewel.    If we spent less energy constricting ourselves to a point, and instead, let ourselves expand into the Whole, each one of us could illuminate the world with a silent glance of beauty, a gentle touch of joy.    This is the breathing of grace: to expand into our wholeness, then exhale and fall and break into bodies. Let the particular incarnate the All in each photon of light, each electron of bliss, each tear of pain, each seed of beauty. And it is effortless. It is a happening. It has always already happened.   As knowings, we are very very small. As Beings, we are vast beyond imagining. We include each other. This is my New Year's prayer...