Been ‘way fer a few days. Vizit’n friends… what I wish I could call it. Nope. Cain’t say ‘at in good faith. Got me real serious like. Focus-al-“I”-zed, ye might say. All et once, yer walkin’ in a world o’ coloured glass. The whole thing’s a mirage, bunch o’ movin’ pitchures yer tryin’ like almighty hell to tame, to ketch hold o’ an’ shake some sense in’neh. An’ it jes crumbles in yer handz… Ye […]
Each of us has a flight data recorder housed in the deepest recesses of our being. In a commercial jetliner, the flight data recorder is a physical object capable of receiving and storing the facts of every flight. It has a part number. It has physical dimensions. It is manufactured somewhere. It can be damaged, broken or lost. It is but a crude caricature of the real thing. In a human being, the flight data […]
We are interference patterns in the Mind of God. What I mean, is that a miracle emerges in every moment where our two (or three) waves intersect, where they merge for just an instant as they ripple along their way. Your wave is who you are, given freely into limitlessness. Our waves, our gifts of Self and Love, extend ever outwards, pass through one another, illuminating each to each, giving grace to grace, birthing patterns […]
I could say I wasn’t afraid. But I was. Me and that feeling looked each other in the eye, and I looked away. Shrugged my shoulders. Flicked up my collar. Kicked the dirt. Got a hobby. Next day shipping, of course. Ran half way across the world. Whatever. I was desperate to tag out, to sneak out of the ring, maybe get into promotions, have an office with high ceilings, be famous or happy or […]
Let us begin. The room is dark and empty, and filled with silence. Keep in mind: this is not the type of silence to which we’re accustomed, a silence that is the inverse of noise, the silence that pervades space like a Propensity For Action lying in ambush. No. This is before that type of silence. This is emptiness. It is not even a room actually. It is not even space. Space, you see, has […]
Hafiz explained to us that, given Mr. Findley’s unexpected absquatulation to Costa Rica, he would be teaching the class for a little while. Then he let go of a stack of books from about eighteen inches off the desk and when they landed the sound they made was so big it damn near blew the back wall of the room off. After the dust settled, he winked at us. “Mr. Findley,” he said, “was the […]
Experience is our point of interface with Love. It’s the reason and the method- the locus where it all compiles and dimensions squeeze together to share a place at the Table, bending through and around one another to share witness to a holy performance. * * * * Snorkeling comes to mind. The joy of snorkeling is the navigation of the seam between two worlds- the occupying of both and neither, peering deep within from […]
It’s late in a long day. You know the ones. A few aches and pains are emerging: the backing is starting to show through the pile. Something wants to be slept off, rebooted, allowed to lose its way, permitted to dissolve, misplaced, or forgotten. That’s when Hafiz drops by unannounced, bubbly as a mountain spring, says, “Wanna’ go dancing?” Eyes roll… “You kidding me?” “Well,” he says, “it just seemed like you were starting to take […]
I work away in my castle of thought, jolly as a clam, surrounded by parchment stacks, withered ledgers, flat screen monitors speckled by looping video clips of the past- (for research purposes)- key chains full of memory sticks, key chains full of keys to foot lockers, desk drawers, leather-bound briefcases, bulkhead doors, bicycle locks, motor vehicles, and a big-wheeled red tractor that gurgles when it idles, plus there are reams of photographs, black and white, […]
I cling yet to the known, no longer panicked, but bemused by the early warning signs of my precipitous departure, dangling auspiciously over the side of this ledge, fingers clenching the last tufts of what has been as I hang in a state of white-knuckled longing for what will be, waving gently to and fro over all of space like a piñata awaiting the strike of some holy timber. This reluctance to all out surrender, […]
Embracing Forever 