When I feel like saving the world, I mind my own business. Minding my own business saves the world from my judgments and opinions. Then I don't interfere in the freedom of others to learn the lessons they are here to learn by experiencing the consequences of their own choices. Wh … | Continue reading
Who knows what fills a sparrow's heart just before dawn? Who knows why a smile alights on your lips with wings of faith and uncertainty? Who knows why this tear, condensed from distances between the nameless stars, suddenly blurs the green earth with gratitude? Don't tell. Use mu … | Continue reading
“Watch and pray.” ~Mat 26:41 All night long while our bodies sleep you and I are one star, a Witness watching over them. Their breath ascends ever so gently to touch our light, then returns, fragrant with the musk of compassion. Diastole of sap unfurling petals through a stem. A … | Continue reading
Intergalactic pancakes swirling in the syrup of dark energy. Cappuccino Milky Way frothed on black coffee. This bistro is empty on Sunday morning, my favorite spot in the cosmos. No one here on Sunday morning but you and I. Space swept clear, yet dappled with atoms of sunbeam. I … | Continue reading
Americans need to space out more often. Being spacey is usually considered a flaw. But people who have no space between their thoughts, no spaciousness in their heart beat, no delicious hollow to dive into at the core of their brain, that vast ballroom where the chandelier of the … | Continue reading
A page from the new book, 'Hollowed by Grief, Hallowed by Grace,' from Rashani Réa | Continue reading
How lovely earth must have been before the appearance of the human being. Maybe God should have quit while She was ahead, skipping that final piece of work. But then, who would be aware of how lovely it all is? Who would offer it all back to the Creator in a breath of gratitude? … | Continue reading
May, 2024. The current solar storm is a purification blessing from the archangel of our Sun, under the order of Melchisedek, governor of the galactic hosts, who now irradiates your human nervous system with a trillion-fold beam of particles, scorching, transmuting the body, throu … | Continue reading
This Mother’s Day poem is dark chocolate, not vanilla. Flecked with ayahuasca. Whether you are man or woman, or both man and woman, or you rest in the sexless splendor at the center of the rose with Adam and Lilith, swimming in a bright obsidian seed, honor the Motherhood within … | Continue reading
What does Israel mean? Isra-El. In Hebrew, "He has struggled with God." If you struggle with God, you become the garden of Gethsemane. Mount Zion is the pillow under your sacrum. If you wrestle the Creator and get wounded, you are the promised land. Weary pilgrims rest in your sh … | Continue reading
Words by AKL, collage art by Rashani Réa | Continue reading
Love dissolves particles into waves. Lovers let go of any distinction between doing and not doing. When a mother nurses her child she suckles the galaxy. Who among us is the doer? God is milk pressed out by thirsty mouths. In the blackness at the center of swirling all is still f … | Continue reading
The secret of meditation could not be hidden. A seamless lineage of gurus, rank upon rank of warrior monks, infallible succession of a hundred popes, a thousand dalai lamas, could not keep it. Distant ashrams, hidden mountain caves could not contain it. The secret of meditation c … | Continue reading
There is only one law: be both Lover and Beloved. When you get tired of following commandments, follow the aching in your lost rib. It will lead you to an ancient garden, where two dally on a swing inside breathing. Here holy rivers kiss, the Ida and Pingala, flowing through the … | Continue reading
"Glorify God in your body." ~1 Cor. 6:20 God is not an out of body experience. Must this flower get out of its body to experience her own divine radiance? Of course not. The Holy Spirit uses ordinary miracles to blossom as matter on earth. Mother Matter is God delighting in form. … | Continue reading
I. Three Jewels There are three precious jewels that you received in your mother's womb, talismans for your journey. You already know what they are. I only wish to remind you of their value, for you have let them get tarnished. When you understand the value of what you already ha … | Continue reading
The illusion that we are separate beings. The illusion that we are all one being. The illusion that there is any being at all but this wild blue forget-me-not blossoming beside the compost pile. The terrible croak of a tiny tree frog shattering the illusion of distant stars float … | Continue reading
From our new bi-lingual book, 'The Tavern Of Awakening,' soon available in German and English, with Mindfulness Meditation Teacher, Otto Raich (https://raich-trauner.com/) Don't take the gift of Darkness for granted. Let her have her way with you. Ascend through a bolder falling. … | Continue reading
There is a blue sky in your heart. Before you take the next inhalation, before you have a single thought, gaze into your radiance. Not a cloud moves here, and no horizon limits the space of your purity. This sky is before the beginning. Some call it Christ-Consciousness. Some cal … | Continue reading
Curl up in your own fur until you feel your true nature of immortal warmth. To embody what you already are may be the deepest prayer. Beseeching God for strength confesses weakness. Making affirmations of abundance expresses lack. Asking for health resists dis-ease. Why not just … | Continue reading
Our Mother who art in Gaia, brown as loam, nameless as rain, may your presence be a golden void, the absence of the search. Let your family dwell here as a circle, not a kingdom, where spirit and body, heaven and earth mingle in small sacraments of compost and compassion. Be the … | Continue reading
Look for imperfections, you'll find them everywhere. Now let a little astonishment in, it's all one trick of diamond light. Don't be deceived. Be a wet sparkling dogwood blossom. Be last night's moon in blue April morning. Be formless forest moss-mist risen into periwinkle crepus … | Continue reading
Veiled in silence, O thinnest only bridal gown, you suffuse my body with your body. Black as granulated diamonds dancing inside me, moving like a serpent who has just shed her skin, you are this very breath. Whoever said your Kali-form was terrible has not really seen you, or fal … | Continue reading
Vatican mural by Raphael, Lady Justice, 1512 I decided to weigh my imperfections in a scale against any faint perfection I might find in my soul, expecting my sins to outweigh my goodness substantially. So I set on one side all that is imperfect in me, which I soon found to be ev … | Continue reading
Non-duality is a lie. Duality is a lie. Creation is a beautiful lie, for the sake of love. There is neither one nor two. There is only zero. This. Only zero, empty and bubbling over with infinite selves, atoms, worlds, for the sake of play. The brilliant light of astonishment is … | Continue reading
1. A dream becomes more and more absurd until I realize, "this must be a dream," and wake up. Because the darkness of Kali Yuga is my most ferocious, surreal and absurd dream, it is also the most auspicious time for waking! The Kali age is ideal for finding out who I really am. A … | Continue reading
This is the time of the great shaking. One of the terrible blessings of Kali Yuga is that what may be shaken falls away, so that what cannot be shaken may remain. Our personality is shaken. Our emotions, minds, and bodies are shaken. Now, thrown back into what is never shaken, we … | Continue reading
Let Silence be the work within your work. For only what is immovable makes waves. "Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes. Grass grows by itself." This classic Zen poem is not about inaction. It reveals the dynamic secret of success. Human "activism" has failed as much as h … | Continue reading
Everything in this world is a message from that world. And where is that world? Deep inside your chest. The song of the towhee. The first scent of lilac. The very slow pulse of ancient stones. How the wings of a hummingbird churn this blinding sunbeam into billions of love atoms. … | Continue reading
"Meditate like Christ. He lost himself in love." ~Neem Karoli Baba This is the only Christianity I know: At the end of each breath, the death of Jesus. At the rise of each breath, the resurrection. What happened 2000 years ago, what will happen at the last judgment, doesn't conce … | Continue reading
"Glorify God in your Body." ~1 Corinthians 6:20 Spirituality is not the renunciation of the senses, but their refinement to the subtlest of all sensations: God. God is the most sensuous of delights. Meditation refines sensation through silence. Our spiritual practice cultivates f … | Continue reading
I voted. I voted for the rainbow. I voted for the cry of a loon. I voted for my grandfather’s bones that feed beetles now. I voted for a singing brook that sparkles under a North Dakota bean field. I voted for salty air through which the whimbrel flies South along the shores of t … | Continue reading
"'From this moment on, now and for all seasons, I am released into silent restfulness, where time rests in eternity.' After saying these things, Mary settled into silence, for it was in silence the Teacher had spoken to her.” ~Gospel of Mary Magdalene Silence in the spiral song o … | Continue reading
Eat butter. Go naked. Break the rules. Soften your belly, soften your gaze. Confuse left and right. Hear the inconceivable concerto of a white-throated sparrow. Make one sip of wine last forever. Stay drunk. Don't explain. | Continue reading
Almost all conspiracy theories can be dispelled by applying the principle known as Hanlon's Razor: "Do not attribute to malice that which is more easily explained by stupidity." However, I admit to having my own conspiracy theory, and you may feel free to use it. For billions of … | Continue reading
Instructions for living are instructions for dying. Instructions for dying are instructions for breathing. The most exquisite meditation only lasts a moment. We are made of moments, some never-ending. Awakening is beyond instruction, a pearl of sun folded in the gauze of morning … | Continue reading
Mary, what's the secret energy of your name? Mir-yam, Mir-yam, ecstatic and in-static respiration. Bittersweet sea that rises and falls through every breath. You are a fountain of starlight springing from the earth into my spine, shattering crystal distances over my crown, shower … | Continue reading
Take refuge in this moment. One lightning bolt of wonder through the heart of a child incinerates ten thousand books of philosophy. All the speeches of politicians burn to tasteless ash in the diamond eye of a lover. A wild mushroom springs from the manure pile, pungent as the br … | Continue reading
I know that it's Spring because the apple tree is flinging away her clothes. The blossoms fall without announcing their joy or sorrow. They need no voice but the breath of April. I’m tired of voices, both yours and mine, yet I could listen to our silences all night long. Forgive … | Continue reading
Breathe out everything you are against. Surrender the argument. For just an instant be nothing in the gentle palm of desolation. Inhalation, exhalation, wings of unknowing that brush up your spine, ringing each vertebra like a bell-full of night. If your heart is broken, it must … | Continue reading
“The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.” ~Jesus (Mat 6:22) O Star Beings, O Melchizedek, Miryam, Christ, O Guru Dev: fill this garden and this home with Abundance, with Beauty, with Healing, with Love. Fill my bo … | Continue reading
Your niece is a caterpillar. Your cousin is a butterfly. Your unborn children are scattered over the Milky Way. The fragile boat of Namarupa, loaded with names and forms, foundered in the waves of the void, and now lies strewn on the shoals of duality. One nucleotide in your litt … | Continue reading
"The Way to do is to Be." ~Laotzu No one, including you, can count the worth of your actions. Let the angels do that. No one can possibly tell which butterfly wing will stir a tornado of transformation. Just do what you are doing, "Age quod agis," your heart reposing in the ocean … | Continue reading
The Unborn call me. Come! they sing. "How shall I come?" Follow this breath. Walk barefoot in the night until you find a mushroom, the toe of Dionysius buried upside-down where He suckles the planetary teat of loam. "But I am no God, where shall I find that nipple?" Return on thi … | Continue reading
Everything depends precisely on how whirling kisses stillness. A friend who read this asked me, "How?" I said: "Whirl, then be still. Whirl, then be still. Practice this, moment after moment, day after day, decade after decade. Whirl, then be still. Until they are the same. Highe … | Continue reading
Good Friday, nearly noon. Why do they call it Good? Because Jesus is passing through the center of the cross, the infinitesimal bindhu between opposites. Because Jesus the poet of silence is passing through the axis of your breathing, passing through the ayin soph to liberate the … | Continue reading
I love my ego. In fact, I love all 8 billion of my egos. They are like bubbles of sea foam. A person who tries to flat-line and abolish the ego can be very humorless and dull. Have you hugged your ego today? The ego is no bondage at all, because it only lasts for an instant, resp … | Continue reading