Pause. I have seen her bathing in the lake, long hair drying in the breeze. She sits on a stone at the water’s edge for hours and does nothing. Her teeth have bits of dandelion leaf stuck between them. … Continued
Pause. Even as the subway car hurtles into the tunnel and calendars heave under growing weight of entries, even under the familiar lament for more hours to do a bell rings somewhere and a man lays down his hammer, … Continued
Pause. I know very little about the spiritual life. It is so immense and I am so finite. I only have a limited way to try to make sense of it. My mind can encompass only so much. My heart … Continued
Pause. October is a sacred month for me. I don’t know why. It just always has been. In my language it is called Month of the Little Hunger. And I understand why because it is a time when our awareness … Continued
Pause. Curl this blessing beneath your head for a pillow. Wrap it about yourself for a blanket. Lay it across your eyes and for this moment cease thinking about what comes next, what you will do when you rise. … Continued
Pause. I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had treasure in it. … Continued
Pause. It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked … Continued
Pause. “People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged … Continued
Pause. “This magnificent refuge is inside you. Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway. Step around the poisonous vipers that slither at your feet, attempting to throw you off your course. Be bold. Be humble. Put away the incense … Continued
Pause. “There is a secret place. A radiant sanctuary. As real as your own kitchen. More real than that. Constructed of the purest elements. Overflowing with the ten thousand beautiful things. Worlds within worlds. Forests, rivers. Velvet coverlets thrown over … Continued