The Essence of My Practice

The Essence of My Practice

My practice moves from edge to edge, exploring the limits of a stretch, the inner realm of energy and breath. Each movement plumbs new depths of self-awareness. Who am I now, and now, and now? Who holds this pose with single-pointed focus, or loses the thread of breath and stops to find the center once again? Have I reached my full expression, or is there another defensive layer I can shed? When...

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Soul of the Whole

Soul of the Whole

“We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related, the eternal ONE. And this deep power in which we exist and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing...

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The Success of Love…

The Success of Love…

The success of  love is in the loving—it is not in the result of loving. Of course it is natural in love to want the best for the other person, but whether it turns out that way or not does not determine the value of what we have done. The more we can remove this priority for results the more we can learn about the contemplative element of love. There is the love expressed in the service and...

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The Sad Game

The Sad Game

Blame Keeps the sad game going It keeps stealing all your wealth- Giving it to an imbecile with no financial skills. Dear one, Wise Up. —-  Hafiz Click on image to purchase...

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Brave New Words

Brave New Words

The hardest thing is getting started and why is that exactly?
 Imagine God a few moments before the Big Bang, mincing 
around behind the stage in a petticoat with wine-tipped cigar -
 the anxiety! Have we rehearsed well enough? Are the atoms 
all in their correct costumes? Is there enough gas in the tank? 
Enough light in the urn? God prancing with a Martini, upending 
his gums with...

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The Taste of Truth

The Taste of Truth

For the moment, I’ve stopped struggling. The undertow tugs at my clothes and the current takes me where it will. Surrender sounds like defeat, but this tastes like victory, the sweet release into something open, empty, yet complete. My heart speaks, instructing me to relinquish all control. I close my eyes, and see myself dissolving while remaining whole. When, at last, I am delivered...

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