This Chapter

This chapter is closed now Not one word more Until we meet some day and the voices rising To the window Take wing and fly Open the old casement To the lands we have forgotten Look To the mountains and ridgeways And the steep valleys, Quilted by green, Here, as the last words fall away, the great and silent rivers of life Are flowing into the oceans And on a day like any other they will carry you...

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You are…you?

You are as much your body, your thoughts, or your feelings as you are a car, an apartment, or a pen! When we say, “my car” or “my apartment” or “my pen,” we don’t mistake ourselves for the object. “My” is a possessive pronoun that indicates possession of an object. Something is claiming to have or possess something else. Yet, when it comes to “my body” or “my thoughts,”...

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Split You Wide Open

Light will someday split you open Even if your life is now a cage For a Divine seed, the crown of destiny, Is hidden and sown on an ancient, fertile plain You hold title to. Life will  surely bust you wide open Into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy Even if your mind is now a  spoiled mule. A life-giving radiance will come – O look again within yourself, For I know you were once the...

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Aloneness…

Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere; Turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within; Opening to my loss, I am given unimaginable gifts; Surrendering into emptiness, I find fullness without end. Each condition I flee from pursues me. Each condition I welcome transforms me And becomes itself transformed Into its radiant jewel-like essence. I bow to the...

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What is enlightenment?

Blue Monring by Linaji “There is a lot of confusion over this imaginary goal, this spiritual concept referred to as enlightenment.  So let’s clear it up, once and for all.  It has nothing to do with some future, hoped-for experience.  To imagine that it does is just the play of spiritual desire and self-centered escapism, of mental commentary, memory and fantasy, based on what has...

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The Taste of Truth

For the moment I’ve stopped struggling. The undertow tugs at my clothes and the current takes me where it will. Surrender sounds like defeat but this tastes like victory the sweet release into something open empty yet complete. My heart speaks instructing me to relinquish all control, I close my eyes and see myself dissolving while remaining whole. When at last I am delivered gasping to the...

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The Lanyard

The other day I was ricocheting slowly off the blue walls of this room, moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano, from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor, when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard. No cookie nibbled by a French novelist could send one into the past more suddenly— a past where I sat at a workbench at a...

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THE RITUAL OF FORGETTING

When leaving one home and moving to another, The ancestors said goodbye to stale dreams. They etched the rock with memory and mapped the way to change. The ancestors Said goodbye to their village made of earth and to Shadows blurred by their own tears. They sang The song of Ending and danced the Dance of Leaving, So nothing would be misunderstood About the necessity to start again in a place of...

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Hiding

Hiding is a way of staying alive. Hiding is a way of holding ourselves until we are ready to come into the light. “Even hiding the truth from ourselves can be a way to come to what we need in our own necessary time. “Hiding is one of the brilliant and virtuoso practices of almost every part of the natural world: the protective quiet of an icy northern landscape, the held bud of a...

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Setting you Free

Thanks to Alan Cohen for finding the words that inspired this...

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