rip the secrets from the heart & feed them to the soul
What is it about the quiet that makes me tingle? What is it about stillness that is rippled only by my breathing, and even that is very still? I know I am a soft thing. I like this about myself. Soft...
View Articleremembering the million shades of yellow….
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of...
View Articlethis love-filled silent night
The supreme purpose and goal for human life ….is to cultivate love. …..Ramakrishna Both Mohammad and Jesus were uncompromising. Mohammad never said no when asked for anything, and Jesus urged, ‘Give...
View Articleunderneath the treasures of being
Happiness is our very nature. It comes from the constant letting go of what causes suffering. It seems to come to those who dive deeply into life, into the investigation of being itself. As we grow,...
View Articlethe elements of practice
When we know our wholeness, when we are consciously aware of both ego and essence, we feel the pain of loss in our lives not as crippling devastation that makes us want to give up on life itself, but...
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Hear the passage into silence and be that…….Rumi when we take the simplest next step, to be in the only moment that sits in front of us, we escape from ourselves, come back to ourselves, relive the...
View Articlestepping out into the rain
The true nature of mountains is that they are mountains. They practice both stillness holding their place and moving with change. Men and women can be reborn through mountains. Ancestors abide in...
View Articlethe labyrinth of expansion
Come into possession of all parts of you. Stop doing things behind your own back that support the crippling of your own personal awakening. Consistently inquire within. Meditate and internally...
View Articleto peek in the window of a still moment
The rain surrounded the cabin- with a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead...
View Articlefrom here to there
With open palms, I walk into the fire of life. The soul needs no shelter from the sun. I remember that everything is a part of me. …..Celeste Labadie so much of us resides in our heads….when we create...
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