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The Sun’s Secret

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Creative / Poetry

A man arose early with the sun. He slipped from the bed, leaving his darling wife to rest. His two daughters were dreaming peacefully in the rooms beside. The dog padded beside him, excited and curious about his master’s early appearance. The man’s life was a cocoon of warmth. The center of his mind was an offering. But today he paced the kitchen, looking to the East, into the brilliant glow of morning, and he […]

Caught Inside Myself

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Some days I am smothered by the feeling that something isn’t quite right.  That feeling is like a manipulative family member- one who is gone for days, off in the world burning brightly, too brightly, who then crashes and returns, moping around the house in a flaunt of bitterness.  Disproven once again, he is nonetheless a fountain of answers and predictions.  He is quick to point out the proper way to slice a tomato, to […]

Ecstatic Swimming Lessons

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Christ / Course Ideas / Creative

I was sitting alone on a stone bench overlooking the harbor, sipping on a latte, as I took in the sights and sounds of a strange land- (I was on vacation)- when a young woman on a scooter whipped past and let fly a paper airplane.  Judging from the sparkle, it was made from a laquer-faced card stock.  This girl meant business.  Her face bore an inscrutable expression, like the facade of an abandoned bank […]

Filling Your Self Up

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I am traveling this world with a brochure in my hand for this reality called Unity.  The paper has become old and wrinkled, now, and its so soft I can hardly feel it in my back pocket.  Its edges are slowly eroding, like the boundary of a warming glacier, the words fading through years of exposure and wear.  I can’t even remember where I found it. Each day is like a recognition game.  I encounter […]

For My Beloved

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Today I wrote this to the woman I love… Hafiz might say that when a heart chooses grace and beauty and strength- i.e. chooses to be Itself- then all the world is blessed and that heart discovers that all hearts dwell within Itself. You have blessed me with your love and wisdom and compassion. You have wounded me with purity and truth, and now I am dying into your Love. Everything that is now knows […]

The Heart’s Proximity

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Christ / Creative

I can remember my Heart.  It was not a blood-pumping battery of striated, biochemical filaments.  It was a star.  I can remember it was all I ever had- all I ever knew or needed.  It was not the kind of star that you see in the heavens that burn so hot all forms dissolve in their embrace.  It was the kind of star you could hold in the palm of your hand, and watch its […]

Vigilance, Tiny Gaps, and Freedom

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Christ / Creative

I was seated on a tall aluminum stool, in the middle of a high school gymnasium, at three in the morning.  I wore a silk beanie on my head from which there stood a single aplomado falcon feather, pointed straight up like an antenna.  My eyes were closed in concentration. Hafiz was seated opposite me on a stack of encyclopedias he had built just outside of the circle at midcourt.  In front of him stood […]

Breaking Clouds

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Unsure of how to proceed, the fabric of my inner experience the tattered banner of yet another failed self-concept, snapping and flapping in the rushing wind, I was washing dishes.  One by one.  Soak, scrub, wash, rinse, dry.  Repeat.  There was the hope that performing this activity manually, with ritual focus, would result in my being permeated by a bygone purity, one that would cool my smoldering core.  The dishwasher was a pace or two […]

Stricken (The Descent of Grace)

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This past week I was shaken by an acute pain in my heart-soul-being.  Like a fever in the body, it began as a dull ache, but ramped up into a full blown grippe.  It was an inner aching that shook me to the core.  If you have felt this, you will know the attending symptoms- the way a ghostly pallor slides over the world like a sticky film, the way we withdraw ourselves into a […]

Of Endless Becoming

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Christ / Creative / Poetry

I can imagine a life after this one, in which I am the same, but different. I can sense the timelessness of Being- the possibility of not ending, of becoming a long vista of compassionate quietude, of hearing every Moment as it arises with simple clarity: because Love is a seashell placed over the Heart. but I can’t remember beginning or being born or ever having been anyone else. Somewhere, along this way, the being […]