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The stairs teach me; the sun rises there on their cold stones and in me – we are the same. The train whistle blows me awake. I walk up the stairs in my slippers, the stones speaking through my feet. Something is different. This is how simple it is – walking up the stairs in [...]

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I arrive home after a 7-day silent retreat. The TV leans towards me with recordings of my favorite reality shows. The refrigerator yawns with food, the cupboards with snacks. The street, the outdoors, with a walk, and this pen and paper rest so quietly on the table. The call from them so silent that I [...]

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Winter Kissed

In the neighborhood, high white walls cover the road, erase the sidewalks, create a soft cocoon. Yesterday it was warm. And now, under what seemed so solid, so real, Appears something else altogether. The wind blows. The trees shake, the sky is pink. Between white walls and wind lies the truth: Nothing changed at all. [...]

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Misty Moon

Sky, a slit of laughing red going down in the pines. Moon, a misty blur, rising like a flashlight under a blanket. Dogs all howling. It feels like Spring.

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The Dreamer Sees Choice

I don’t want to be a great master or teacher and have people depend on me or look up to me…but I do want to be fully and completely awakened to Truth in this lifetime. That is my dream, complete and total evolution of this human’s consciousness. To be awake. So what is “holding me [...]

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Love Visible

At about 4:30 on Monday, Johnny Angel, our Siamese cat, passed away. I was at work, Sung was in his office, and had just seen him at 4, and Sung said his breathing was shallow. After 5 weeks of “hospice care” and giving him constant loving comfort and care, he took his last breath when [...]

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Life today

In knowing my self, I know you. In knowing you, I know my Self. It is all the same.

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The Eyes of Love

This morning I became a tiny infant. My dear, dear friend Johnny is in hospice care—unable to speak—but we are together each morning, and in that time, I look deeply into his blue eyes. I stop my thoughts and just look. And in his eyes, in that deep silence, this morning a deeper opening occurred. [...]

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Winter Landscape

Trees in sun Sketching their brown-black shapes On snowy lawn. Heads down, concentrating, like children with charcoal and sheets of white paper.

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Spilt milk

Spilt milk is no big drama; it’s just that: spilt milk!

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