Impossible things…
“There’s no use trying,” said Alice; “One can’t believe impossible things.” “I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” —Lewis Carroll, Alice in...
Read MoreTime?
“…When un-attuned to our finiteness, we live out our days by the clock and calendar; chronological time, also known as scientific or linear time, which can be measured precisely. But the Greeks have two names for time: kronos and kairos. Kairos, cyclic or ritual time is a mix of past, present and future. It speaks of seasons and passages and “the fullness of time.” Life...
Read MoreFather’s Day
How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. He’s in your power. You twist his arm. But you’re not sure it was he that stole your money. You feel calmer and you decide to let him go free. Or he’s the one, as in a dream of mine, I must pull from the water, but I never knew it or wouldn’t have done it, until I saw the street-theater play so close up I was moved to...
Read MoreMy teaching is nonsense…
Some say that my teaching is nonsense others call it lofty but impractical. But to those who have looked inside themselves, this nonsense makes perfect sense. And to those who put it into practice. this loftiness has roots that go deep. I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. these three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and in thoughts, you return to the...
Read MoreA Meditation and Psychotherapy Story
Two friends met at a cafe one day and began to talk over tea. They told each other of the dissatisfaction in their lives, how life was not what either had expected, how despite their best efforts, they seldom woke up happy in the morning, how they did not want to feel this way for the rest of their lives. One said things were so bad he was thinking about going to see a psychotherapist; the other...
Read MoreThe 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 heartspeaks, 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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