Being Distracted to Death is a Way of Life

It seems that our attention is habitually fixed outwardly towards the things, people, events and relationships which seem to most immediately impact own own circle of influence. This means that we are, willy-nilly, bobbing corks floating on the roiling surface of a stormy ocean, at the whim of crashing tides and waves, their unpredictable troughs…

Religion in an Age of Spirituality

Religion is the expression and formalization of the deep desire to rejoin the innate wholeness of our original being. It is a finger pointing in the direction its adherents should walk. It is not the destination, it is a path to walk, step by step, each in their own way. No way is exclusive, nor…

To Live Each Breath Breathed By God

We breathe, but do we know that it is not we who breath, but that we are breathed by the very breath of Life Itself?  We hurriedly glance at each other. Sliding by in the slipstreams of our individual bubbles, seeing through the prismed eyes of limitation, we witness the gospel of separation expanded and…

To Become My Own Beloved

How often do we feel the sword thrusts of a deep wordless anguish as we sense the awakening of primal longing, a choral thrill of homesickness surging through us; a cosmic wave of loneliness crashing upon the shores of our awareness, seemingly unbidden? This hunger for the solace of home-coming is so entertwined into the…

Finding Love

  It is not we who are seeking love, rather, it is Love seeking us. And the love we 'seek' can only be found by flinging our whole being off the edge of the known world, freely falling fully surrendered into the abyssal depths of the unknowable unseen. It is there in the celestial darkness of…

Love Beyond

To feel love is to be love. To be love is to love everything exactly as-it-is. It is not having preferences, because love has no preferences. That is why the Upanishads say, "The husband(/wife/child) is not beloved for the husband's sake, but for the sake of the Self that dwells within." Nothing is beloved for…

Stillness

Deeper than sound, deeper than the absence of sound, Beyond birthing and dying, beyond hope and despair, It is ever true, ever free, ever full, ever perfect, Even as It expresses through the imperfect conditional, Its unconditionality cannot be compromised. We are ever 2 things, Mortal and Immortal, Both dying to live & living to die,…