In every moment there is something to look at, something to feel, something to taste—a flavor in the atmosphere, a sensation in the body, the feeling of the air around you, the vague stirrings of awareness of your deepest self....
Love, I didn't expect you so late: the lamps were extinguished by my tears. Only an ember shone in the ashes, heart waiting for death. But the fire revives at your arrival and things are dressed in marvelous light. A...
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your...
Two birds, but they fly together. We see duality all the time in our perceptions: Ourself and other, “I” and what I see, This opinion and that, The way things are and how we’d like them to be, What we...
Let Us Meet at the True Source Written in honor of Thich Nhat Hanh on the occasion of his passing January 22, 2022 Let us meet at the true source Let us not be deterred by this or that What...
Totally conscious, and apropos of nothing, you come to me. Is someone here? I ask. The moon. The full moon is inside your house. My friends and I go running out into the street. I’m in here, comes a voice...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
