What could turn
My words
To embers
Before they
Reach your
Hearth.

Last night
A dream
In the Himalayas.
A monk standing
Next to me…

Our sentience is the infinite luminosity of God. By sentience I mean our capacity to sense, perceive, or be aware of anything at all. When we don’t use this sentience for any one thing, meaning, we aren’t trying to direct it, or influence it in any way, but rather rest in its luminosity we are abiding in God.

I love this maze we’re in. No solution is the perfect teacher. It draws out and generates enormous energy. This is the ongoing revelation of our infinite nature…

The quality
Of attention
Precise, full
Unwavering

Meet the edge Of what troubles
You most…

Somehow & All the sudden
I am entirely human…

To feel this existential Sorrow leads to a very embodied experience of inclusion, which is to say it leads to unconditional love…

My desperation
Is a bottomless well…

The soul tasting and touching
Transforms darkness into gold…

Your work has come to an end,
Your life has just begun…

Coming to a halt
Strategies acknowledged
They disappear…

Although everything else failed, This moment is as good
As it ever was…

“Think of direction not simply as the movement of attention or the active impulse towards something but rather as an expression of your deepest orientation.”

Each morning,
As I sit down to write
I act as if the fabric
Of reality could bend.

The gate-less gate
Where the finite
Meets the infinite,
Is the doorway
To the pure
Inexplicable Domain.

Waste a day with me
Waste two, waste three,
By going nowhere,
Maybe we could
Carve an opening…

Sometimes in meditation we over emphasize having a quiet mind, which inadvertently keeps it going…

True power doesn’t live anywhere where I can use control. Our true power lives in spirit.

Beauty comes from bowing to the naked moment, before you can say a thing. This empty page needs your faithful attention, otherwise these words become untrue.