like riding a bicycle….you never forget what you know ….
still life or inertia longing to ride my bicycle when the winds blow Be aware that the mystic is none other than each one of us. Entering into communion with the real does not mean entering some kind...
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another sunset....opportunity to begin again... A genuine spiritual path does not avoid difficulties or mistakes but leads us to the art of making mistakes wakefully, bringing them to the...
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a good soul-friend & reminder to look up The art of being lost is not a matter of merely getting lost, but rather being lost & enthusiastically surrendering to the unlimited potential of it. By...
View Articlethe greening & unfurling…go into the woods…
greening over time When I was Young the Silk When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute: The air-head tugged me up, tore my roots loose and drove...
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converging horizons So many people say that they want to become one with everything, but what they really mean is that they want to become one with everything pleasant & beautiful, with bliss &...
View Articlecatching a memory outside the window
windows & the in between…… “The window is a form of consciousness, pattern of formed sense through which to look into the wild that is a pattern too, but dark and flowing…” Wendell Berry Memory is...
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