An unfortunate side effect of our consciousness residing in our brains is that everything we experience in our lives involves us somehow....
Life moves Like shadow and light, Instantaneously appearing, Though I cannot find time itself. Cities mirrored in thought, Nothing...
A student approaches the teacher with the question, “Could you help me with a question I've been struggling with -- what is the...
Solitude is where community begins. That’s where we listen to God. Sometimes I think of life as a big wagon wheel with many spokes....
we are weavers woven into and from an ancient ever renewing fabric on an invisible loom more subtle than breath at one...
What sustains me is this knowledge I have that it’s really the broken among us that can contribute a lot to our quest for full,...
One of my earliest childhood memories finds me waking from a deep sleep in the middle of the night, during a family road trip. Far from...
The ground is both a metaphor and a felt sense. As a metaphor, it means to be in touch with reality. As a felt sense, it refers to...
Often, when he came to visit, my grandfather would bring me a present. These were never the sorts of things that other people brought,...
The moment we encounter true Happiness, we are in fact outside time and space. The “ego” – with its intrinsic duality...
On a recent visit to the Museum of Modern Art with a friend and her daughter, meandering through the museum’s exhibits, I was...
You may object to the idea that your sense of being a self is a mere construct. After all, it feels very real. How can we reconcile this...