On one hand we are made to live out our physical existence in the world of passing time. This is the world we are all familiar with. It is the realm in which we experience the birth and death of everything from the most mundane of our interests -- those passions that come and go -- all the way up to and including our lives themselves. Our physical being is carried along in an invisible stream...

If fall signals the retreat of nature -- as when the last leaves fall from the trees and countless creatures crawl into nooks and crannies to pass through the bone-chilling days to come -- then the first day of winter, December 21, is when nature -- having gradually withdrawn her forces -- reaches a resting point. Now comes a three-month period of time that represents a pause in the activity o...

As we all know, there are trying times when states of discouragement literally dog us -- following us around as if they're waiting for us to fall down, never to rise again. On these days, our own lackluster emotions are hounded by thoughts barking at us that nothing is right with our lives. Sound familiar? On these same days, even our smallest wish to part ways with these painful states gets p...

Thinking, or hoping, that any destination we have in mind is going to be superior to where we're presently standing, is exactly why we're still standing in that same place where we have to hope that some tomorrow will be better. Before we can change our destination and arrive in that higher world we want, before we can ever start out in that new direction that leads to liberation, we must wak...

If we wish to find peace we must understand something of its life. Here are a few such facts: Peace is the natural radiation of a living Now; it is one with that Light whose life is the eternal present itself, even as the emanations of light and warmth are one with the sun from which they radiate. If our intuition can perceive that the above ideas are based in truth, then we should be naturall...

A battle is waged In the deep of me, An epic struggle 'Tween sand and sea, Where one resists The other, so free... Yet, no loss or gain Marks Eternity.

If all things are means, Then means are the end, Our pleasures and pains But a river's bend; So flow, flow on my soul, Let go . . . once again.

A great poem, a timeless stanza of thought, a true writing that stirs and swells the heart; what are these precious forms save a moment of Love plucked from Time to stand as testimony to a perfection briefly remembered as the living foundation of all things. The poet is presented the proposal, the moment where the Great Pain beckons him to marriage. He is awakened from a slumber to answer th...

We are, at our innermost core, instruments of the Divine... And the Divine is the Absolute: the total potential realms of all that is Light and Dark. We are unique creatures in the secret Essence of this unending expanse because not only are we the living instruments of all possible reflections along with their corresponding intonations, but we may know that we "sing " these colors; we may...

Some take the high road. Some take the low road. Some take the road with friends and family. Others take it alone. Some travel with clowns and animals. Some take only walking shoes. Some take the road with guru and saint, While others take the road with drunks. Some walk the road so slowly as to stand still, Even as some sprint toward a finish line as if it's in sight. Some...

The Kingdom of Heaven is like a man who passing over a certain ridge comes upon an unknown Mountain outside his country and there catches a glimpse of a valley within a valley..

Linger in the great mystery of moments untold. Wait there for the unspeakable invitation to live there.