Intrinsic Heart

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. ...

When you see water in a stream you say:  Oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say:  Oh, this is water of the river; When you see ocean water you say:  This is the...

I wrote this poem at Lunar New Year, and now it’s being posted at the start of Nowruz, Persian New Year.  Today is the vernal equinox, the balance point and emergence point where we celebrate the energy and renewal of...

It’s been over a year now since I had my mystical experience sitting among the old folks in Wyatt’s Cafeteria eating my fried chicken, over a year since I saw those silver lines extending from my heart to every person...