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Mirror Of A Mirror

Indy Johar

The machine is not simply a mirror of civilisation. It is a mirror of a mirror. An underlying reality is refracted through conscious...

Tulip Poplar Tree

Victoria Crawford

Growing up, there was a magnificent tulip poplar tree in our backyard. It was close to the house and could be seen from all three floors....

The Turkey Prince

Rebbe Nachman of Breslov

A young prince suffered a severe mental breakdown and became convinced he was a turkey. He stripped off his clothes, sat under the...

Doubt Cannot Be Solved By More Thinking

Ajahn Pasanno

It’s the tendency to doubt, to waver. Of course, when you doubt, waver, or are uncertain, then the focus will be on the teachings,...

Be Silent Together

Howard Thurman

“We do not know each other yet, we have not dared to be silent together.” What a priceless possession is the gift of speech!...

Landlocked In Fur

Tukaram

I was meditating with my cat the other day and all of a sudden she shouted,“What happened?!” I knew exactly what she...

Let's Get Back To Work

Randall Amster

For what it’s worth, in my world the only thing that truly helps to assimilate all of this into something that moves beyond mere...

Where The Longest Light Meets The Gathering Dark

Shannon Willis

Across the living world, abundance and decay, flourishing and loss, are braided together in an intimacy our industrial myths have taught...

Collecting Leaves And Stories

Wendell Berry

For many years my walks have taken me down an old fencerow in a wooded hollow on what was once my grandfather’s farm. A battered...

Apology Is An Act Of Love

Tierra Valiente

A real apology asks us to surrender our attachment to innocence, to see ourselves clearly as people capable of causing harm and capable...

Dust If You Must

Rose Milligan

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be betterTo paint a picture, or write a letter,Bake a cake, or plant a seed;Ponder the difference...

Taking A Seat At Life’s Kitchen Table

Rachel Naomi Remen

  Everybody is a story. When I was a child, people sat around kitchen tables and told their stories. We don't do that so much...

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