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 […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
There is a scripture passage in the Gospel of Matthew (Matthew 17:20) wherein Jesus tells the people (that would be us) that moving mountains, by simply telling them to move, is entirely possible if we but had the faith of the mustard seed. And while A Course in Miracles is quite remote from being a how-to text on exercising various powers, such as mentally sculpting the Earth’s contours or levitating above really large bodies of […]
The mathematics of quantum physics is built upon the concept of a fixed space and time. Particles whiz around across this fixed backdrop, never touching it, unable to influence it or to be influenced by it. Their progress and evolution are measured against an immutable backdrop. In the mathematics of relativity, however, space and time are inseparable from any of the other forces or elements of matter in the universe. The movement and interaction of energy […]
There is a desert inside of me where I wander, like a hermit, my vocabulary reduced to variations in the salinity of my tears and one Name that I give to everything. I found myself there again last night, sheltered against the wind by a robe of old rags, walking alone amidst an endless quilt of rolling dunes beneath the stars. I know I am not the Originator of this place, even though it is […]
Once when I was a boy I asked my father for a Rubik’s Cube. My wish was granted, and when I arrived home I took it out of the package and played around for a little while making small, easily recovered changes, frequently restoring the original hexi-color symmetry. I didn’t want to lose my way back to the original, “correct” state, so I made four or five moves to “scramble” the puzzle, then put it […]
Who is studying the Course? And to what end? Who hears the words? Who is stirred to hope for a new life? Who recognizes Love and surrenders, turning round then to confront their darkness? Who finds it too complicated or difficult? Who knows? My little, egoic self is a Seeker. The starting point for this little one is the deeply held belief that my unique and particular historically-derived collection of personal experiences is all that […]
Embracing Forever 