Guy's Blog

Buddha, Moses, Lao Tzu, Rumi, and Jesus... each who had been walking along their chosen path happened -- at the exact same moment -- to come upon a shady nook nestled in the curve of a beautiful river...

Add your own fly-by “I’s” to this list, or make your own. For extra benefit draw connecting lines between the various “I’s” that correspond to one or another, or that tend to show up in support of each other.

What we are willing to pay, to give up for the sake of being free all depends on how aware we are of how painful is our sense of captivity...

Thank you, Father, for opening my eyes to see... I am never more blind than when all I see is who or what is to blame for my pain...

The sun rises, then it falls. The moon waxes and wanes. Clouds gather… storms shout, going perfectly silent once they’ve had their say...

In the moment of any impression there is no being for or against that revelation. It is pure. There is nothing outside of that moment...

When living within the limits of what is known is also seen as being the limitation of your spiritual possibilities, then there is no recourse other than to depart the safety of all that you have been…

We see others tell themselves lies to explain their obvious negative reactions and attending self-destructive choices, almost never missing the chance to sit in silent judgment of them...

If we mistakenly give any negative reaction its "life" -- then the opposite must hold true: we can consciously withdraw that same life any time we so choose!

If we can't give the whole of our attention to someone -- or, for that matter, to any moment -- then we can't listen. If we can't listen, we can't possibly hear the whole story...

Where is tomorrow's fear other than in today's imagination? And, if this is true -- and IT IS -- then what to do with our attention in the here and now? Let it be swallowed up in the dark shadow of what "may be"... or hold it in the Light of awareness where no shadow can dwell...

Why in the name of heaven would we want to remember whatever it is that we're being given to remember... when it can be seen as true that as we remember whatever the nature of that memory may be -- in any of its myriad forms -- we suffer over not just its recollection, but for the nature that has elected to relive what it will?