On a Summer Morning

On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – A worthy pastime. Near me, I saw a single cricket; it was moving the grains of the hillside this way and that way. How great was its energy, how humble its effort. Let us hope it will always be like this, each of us going on in our inexplicable ways building the universe. Mary...

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Just For Now

Just for now, without asking how, let yourself sink into stillness. Just for now, lay down the weight you so patiently bear upon your shoulders. Feel the earth receive you, and the infinite expanse of sky grow even wider as your awareness reaches up to meet it. Just for now, allow a wave of breath to enliven your experience. Breathe out whatever blocks you from the truth. Just for now,...

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Creativity

Creativity is not efficient. She has a different relationship to time than most of us. A minute can last a day and a day can last an hour. She loves all the seasons. She is on intimate terms with the sun and the moon. It is New Year’s all year long at her house, what with celebrations for the Celtic, Hebrew, Tibetan, Chinese, Japanese, and other New Years too numerous to mention. Creativity...

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Pray for Peace

Pray to whoever you kneel down to: Jesus nailed to his wooden or marble or plastic cross, his suffering face bent to kiss you, Buddha still under the Bo tree in scorching heat, Yahweh, Allah, raise your arms to Mary that she may lay her palm on our brows, to Shekinhah, Queen of Heaven and Earth, to Inanna in her stripped descent. Hawk or Wolf, or the Great Whale, Record Keeper of time before,...

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Are you seeing me!

Are you seeing me!

What do you see nurses What do you see? What are you thinking when you are looking at me A crabbit old woman not very wise, Uncertain of habit with far away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply When you say in a loud voice “I do wish you would try.” Who seems not to notice the things that you do, And forever is losing A stocking or shoe, Who unresisting or not lets you do as...

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Until Your Own Dawn

Daybreak: everything in this world is a luminous divine dream I have spun. I did not know life was a fabric woven by my soul. Any form that can appear to you-should I confess this?- it is something I made. All roots nurse from me. God’s art is mine.  I did not want His divine talent. It simply grew in my heart from the way I loved. Existence is a s a young child moving through a lane at...

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An Insidious Idol

Commerce is supported by keeping the individual at odds with himself and others, by making us want more than we need, and offering credit to buy what refined senses do not want. The masses become shackled: I see how their eyes weep and are desperate-of course they feel desperate-for something, for some remedy that a poor soul then feels needs to be bought. I find nothing more offensive than a...

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Imagining World

In my dream the angel shrugged and said,  If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination. & then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand — Brian Andreas — Still Mostly...

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The Word “spiritual”

The word “spiritual” includes all those whose deepest values lead them to challenge the ethos of selfishness and materialism that has led people into a frantic search for money and power and away from  a life that places love, kindness, generosity, peace, non violence, social justice, awe and wonder at the grandeur of creation, thanksgiving, humility and joy at the center of our...

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The World Has Need of You

Everything here seems to need us – Rainer Maria Rilke I can hardly imagine it as I walk to the lighthouse, feeling the ancient prayer of my arms swinging in counterpoint to my feet. Here I am, suspended between the sidewalk and twilight, the sky dimming so fast it seems alive. What if you felt the invisible tug between you and everything? A boy on a bicycle rides by, his white shirt open,...

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