October 18, 2010

It is the attainment of harmony that is called heaven, and the lack of it that is termed hell… The harmony of life can be learned in the same way as the harmony of music… As with everything else in a person’s life, there comes a change in voice with every step forward in spiritual evolution. (And so) every experience in life is an initiation… Any pain or suffering is a preparation, and just as one must first tune a… Read more

October 11, 2010

The sun doesn’t stop shining because some are blind. And birds don’t stop singing because some are deaf. And the heart doesn’t stop loving because some are afraid. So what are the things you need to express to continue being who you are; the things that have nothing to do with being seen or heard? What lets the flower in the forest blossom though no one is watching? What keeps you being you? Read more

October 8, 2010

Oprah writes about Mark Nepo in her “What I Know for Sure” column in the most recent issue of the O, The Oprah Magazine (November 2010). Pick one up today! “As part of my morning ritual of mediation and prayer, I read Mark Nepo’s Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have. Today’s lesson, as is often the case, was so spot-on that I have to share it. Nepo speaks of ‘my struggles as… Read more

October 6, 2010

We come through one gasping for air and leave by another gasping for air. Most of our time on earth is spent crossing them. After fifty-eight years I think they may be my home. On this trip, I walk from night into day, from home into car from car into plane, from plane into the old world. In Prague there are nets over the heads of statues. No one knows why. Perhaps to keep them from coming alive. Perhaps tearing… Read more

September 27, 2010

any of you. Not the long friendship we somehow broke into pieces so sharp we couldn’t hold. Or the love we tried so hard to mend though it splintered like a fence we didn’t post. I’m still not sure what we were keeping in or out. I have not forgotten the tender place in which we met, where everyone gets to put down the lies they’ve been told are true. I don’t know where you are these days but I… Read more

September 20, 2010

I have come to tell you that your teacher is gone. Much too soon. He was a good man with a good heart and he was my friend. Every- thing else grows like a branch from this strong wood. He was a great teacher because he loved you. Because he believed you are young horses who not only can cross the stream but drink from it. He would hold up a question like a lantern, swing it ahead and shout,… Read more

September 13, 2010

The giver is used up in the giving as rain evaporates in what it helps to grow. It is human to fear this, but we can no more resist it than the pit can resist becoming fruit. When you listen, I release my song of silence. When I see you, you release your light waiting in the dark. When you help me up, you absorb part of my fall. But somehow it doesn’t make you fall. This is the inoculation… Read more

September 6, 2010

What if you slept? And what if, In your sleep You dreamed? And what if, In your dream, You went to Heaven And there plucked A strange and Beautiful flower? And what if, When you awoke, You had the flower In your hand? Ah… what then? —Coleridge Like sunlight on a spider’s web, this small poem illumines a web of relationships between the inner world of spirit, presence, and dreams and the outer world of roots, wires, and pavement. Coleridge… Read more

August 30, 2010

The earth spins on its axis drifting through the dark, seeming to go nowhere as it inches its way around the sun. What if this is the way of things? What if every heart spins on its story? What if every mind spins on its best guess of how this all goes together? What if the very cells—in stone, bird, fish or camel—spin on their little nodes of life force inching things to heal and grow? What if history circles… Read more

August 23, 2010

If what I have can help, you can have it. Why? We are carriers not owners. As soon as we think we own, we start longing to receive. And everything stops flowing. How? Whatever it might be, if it’s stuck, we can take it apart and build something together. Are you ready? To be as loving as the hole that receives the nail? Is that too harsh? Then, as the shell that hides the minnow from the eel. Let’s give… Read more

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