On this plane,

Form is taken

For reality,

Reality for form.

In God…

How is this possible!

Every moment

We contain

The uncontainable…

Press up against me

Offer us release

Everywhere You

Touch me, there

A boundary awaits—

Deliverance…

I live

Between dreams,

Knowing myself

In the soft

Of a feather,

The crunch

Of a drying

Leaf…

I care not

If I'm a thousand

Steps away

From stepping

Through this

Holy door -

My broken heart…

At a loss for words

When we contain

Everything,

Living itself is

Revelation –

The ancients knew

A space that opens

Between us, to which

Like branches

Material laws bend…

Back to the start -

The shimmering light

Of my own aloneness…

On the edge

Of life and death

There’s something

Beyond both

That opens…

Seeds don’t grow

They merely wait

On ripening trees,

Drying in the husks

Of grasses

Open eyed,

Innocent disciples of

Mother mystery.

Given to opinions

You lose yourself.

Given to beliefs

True stability

Is overlooked...

There’s a way

Of falling in love

With that tension

In the heart…

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…