All posts tagged: Becoming

Something Else

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A darkening horizon at midday, swelling thunderheads, a green tinge, and muffled light. A question blown like sand over a cliff. An equilibrium turning inside out. A suspicion of trains, coal, and rust. A nail, old, once surrounded by skin, encompassed by pulsing blood and heat, alive in the minds of men, an artifact of purpose, now pitted and worn, clinging to creosote,  earth, and wood. A decaying uncertainty. A man, miles away, brow knitted. […]

The Heart’s Proximity

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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 […]

True Devotion

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Christ

If you have ever felt the presence of Jesus as he slips within your heart to offer you His embrace, which is to say, if you have ever felt Love completely fill the hollow of your being until you overflowed, which is to say, if peace has ever expanded the silence between your thoughts into a silent compassion for all that exists- then you have experienced the marrow from which all beings arise.  You have […]

Of Endless Becoming

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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 […]

Becoming Real

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Sometimes I imagine a breaking free, an unrestrained way of being, a way of living immersed within a beautiful and timeless feeling, and my heart soars.  It is the sensation of climbing onto the back of a great and powerful bird called Peace, whose wings are as vast and wide as school buses, and vaulting into the air to glide endlessly over a deep blue sea.  I am filled with warmth.  I am the exchange […]

In Between Visits

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The hut in which I live is a simple shelter made of wood, set on a foundation of piled stones, with a roof of hewn wooden shakes.  The chimney is short, the hearth just deep enough for a piece or two of firewood.  It is perched on a rise near the side of a mountain, overlooking a valley that fills with morning mist and gliding birds.  There is a trail that winds along the ridge, […]

Arrows of Meaning

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Poetry

The central sun is blackened and hollow, a rotating furnace of unimaginable heat without boundary or Beginning. It is the heart of all places. Where maths meet its circumference, they dissolve into music. Then disappear. There are no boundaries, but simple beings walk along the periphery in thoughtless becoming. They walk in circles called orbits with arms behind their back, in repose, while tigers and shadows tumble and slash in the distance and formations of doves swoop in […]

I’m Trying To Tell You Something…

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Poetry

Last night the Beloved and I changed the Rules of Engagement: I agreed to stand quietly and listen. She agreed to do do the rest. She blindfolded me. She rolled me up in a sail that came with its own ocean. She hung me upside down from the ceiling- (you know, like a carcass)- and pulled the plug. The door latched behind her as She left the room. Click. My concepts took their cue and spilled […]

A Heart in Bloom

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The banana yellow 1960 Impala convertible drifted to a stop about ten feet from my front porch.  The top was down and Hafiz was perched behind the steering wheel, motionless as a statue, wearing an over-sized floral shirt, an Oakland Raiders ballcap turned backwards, and a pair of mirrored sunglasses.  Near as I could tell he was staring straight down the boulevard, waiting, as if I knew what the hell was going on and would […]

The Art of Filling Space

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The other day a Messenger came to my home with a certified letter.  I happened to be standing at the window of my apartment, roughly a hundred feet above street level, aimlessly observing the Saturday AM shuffle of humanity down below when he arrived.  He glanced up from the street right at me, as if he knew exactly which unit I was in, and of course I had no idea  his arrival had anything to […]