Intrinsic Heart

From a season of sparrows grateful for seed, from a morning when watching their feeding is all the prayer I have in me. This is the tithing I offer— this moment, tiny as the millet seed one bird lifts in...

We’ve all heard the question, “Is the glass half empty or half full?”  And the statement that generally goes along with it:  See it as half full. Look at the pluses instead of the minuses.  Look at what’s right and...

Each of us inevitable, Each of us limitless -- Each of us with his or her right upon the earth, Each of us allow'd the eternal purports of the earth, Each of us here as divinely as any is here....

Looking at a small cup in the sink, its proportions are just right.  The pencil holder on the desk, with all its pens and markers, is somehow arranged just so.  The wrinkles in a few inches of sheet show the...

  Only when I am quiet for a long time and do not speak do the objects of my life draw near. Shy, the scissors and spoons, the blue mug. Hesitant even the towels, for all their intimate knowledge and...

There is an inner music going on.  Inside, beneath the waves.  Go inside.  Beneath the thoughts, the sensations, the sounds and images.  Listen.  Go inside, deeper, deeper, and feel with your listening heart. This listening is of the whole body. ...