April 19, 2021

In the way that erosion makes every face in nature more elemental, everything we go through only makes us more real. Once we give up our masks and excuses, we are humbled to accept the tenderness of having nothing between us and this thing we call life. It is this fragile, resilient state that lets us breathe more deeply, that lets us hear what love has to say, that lets us experience Oneness over the idea of Oneness. The more… Read more

April 12, 2021

Now that we can’t touch, I am awash with all the ways that touch sustains us: like an electricity from one heart to another or the ancient rush of water down a falls into the basin of a village. I’m thinking of how you wiped my brow in the hospital and the time you stroked a fallen bird, its beak aquiver, and the time your mother held your face, saying, “I saw how loving you are the day you were… Read more

April 5, 2021

Like everyone, I was taught that justice is blind, then given a scale to weigh and measure everything. Then, I was told on the sly that everyone peeks and puts their finger on the scale. And years later, after tumbling through the labyrinth of almost dying and waking up, I chanced upon the words of a man who lived fifteen hundred years ago who said that the urge in us to save a child from falling in a well is… Read more

March 29, 2021

Sometimes, after she falls and before she gets up, she takes a deep breath. And in those moments, she stares briefly into the Center of Things. It calms her. For in those moments, she drinks from something older than her life. Other times, the same thing happens when reading a passage from a book that opens her heart. Or when hearing that lift in a song that makes her think of looking at the stars as a little girl. She… Read more

March 22, 2021

Somehow, when I face what is mine to face and empty myself of all that is agitating me, I go clear like a lake after a storm. It is then that I can see through to the bottom of what is me, only to see that I share that bottom with all other beings. When I face my heartache and reach its bottom, there is the bottom of all heartache which is both comforting and renewing. In this brave and… Read more

March 15, 2021

In a moment of exhaustion, my mind was too tired to keep weaving its web and my heart was too tired to keep the world at bay. In that sudden stillness, I realized that, as a patch of water when still will reveal the bottom of a lake, the blessing of the ordinary is that any moment met with stillness will reveal the whole of life that resides under everything. This is the power of presence. When fully present, we… Read more

March 8, 2021

She was standing in the aisle as the train bumped along the Hudson. She was looking in her bag, as if she’d lost something important. She just meant to check that it was still there, like when she reached for her wallet the other day, just to make sure she didn’t leave it on the counter in the drugstore. Or like reaching for that small photo of her son who was now gone. Is it there? How could she go… Read more

March 1, 2021

Confidence is not the swagger or certainty with which we convey what we know. It is the fidelity with which we listen to and relate to the irreducible foundation of all life. For there is a difference between how we carry what we know and how we know what we know. Leon Felipe was a Spanish poet and friend of the great Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. Their personalities couldn’t have been more different. Pablo was outgoing and uninhibited, exuding his… Read more

February 22, 2021

I doze in the hammock, and this book of voices from long ago falls from my lap into the grass. And these ancient voices say to me in my sleep, While you are not suffering, give to those who are. When I wake, the page where Li Po spoke of dead soldiers’ horses wailing to the sky is stained by the grass. The wind lifts my face to the east where we are at war in our own time. How… Read more

February 15, 2021

If you don’t know, then ask the moon in the sky. —Yuanwu   Trying to prove that all things are connected is like piling up snow in a silver bowl. As soon as you bring it inside, what you’ve gathered will vanish. For truth like the ocean is hard to see once in it. I can only say that the things that matter are always there like stars in the daytime. Kindness sleeps in our heart the way flowers are… Read more

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