Spirituality

on being a prophet

saints are poets gone astray. we restore sanity in the world by restoring poetry to the world. we must demand of the saints to stop corrupting our poetry, and if they don't, we must...

What She Said

She said, "I am the Power, I am the Shakti, I am creating a new earth. "I do not bring change in the old way, through your activism, politics, or religion. I am subtler and...

You are never without me…

The doorway to healing... You may be going through things in your life.. always giving to others always trying to protect or do the right thing even when it feels you may be doing...

Wuji and a Scene from “Homeland”

In the cosmology of Taijiquan, before there is yin and yang, there is wuji: the infinite field of energy, the Universe, the state of energetic potential prior to any differentiation. Within this idea is another:...

Things Come Alive with Attention

Ever since I took Keiko (my cat) to the park that day and let her out every evening, she was wired. Every morning she was under foot, walking around the kitchen and living room....

thoughts on radical passover

when st. francis exclaimed that he desired to become god's instrument for the bestowing of blessings on all beings, or when the bodhisattva vows not to rest until all beings are saved before she...

Recognize Suffering in Others by Rick Hanson Ph.D.

RECOGNIZE SUFFERING IN OTHERS Where Does It Hurt? The Practice: Recognize suffering in others. Why? We’re usually aware of our own suffering, which – broadly defined – includes the whole range of physical and mental discomfort, from mild headache...

A pale reproduction

In printing, an image is broken down into four basic colors — cyan (blue), magenta (pink), yellow and black. If you look through a magnifier, you will see that any printed photo is made up...

Spiritual “Spring Cleaning” for the Holidays

It was Ash Wednesday and I was working from home all morning.  Procrastinating, I logged on to Facebook and read a spate of status updates from people who were giving up chocolate, caffeine and...

Your Opening: An Easter Poem

The garden is not grateful to the gardener. The bud does not cry, 'Open me!' Darkness untangles threads of light without God's fingers, filaments of pollen spilling from the reckless void. The gardener is grateful to the garden. Only...