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Cradled

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    Time and space are now granulated to infinitesimal quantum particles of eternity, each particular moment containing the entire past and future, each particular quark encircling the most distant galaxies in its aura. That which was once conceived as far in time or space is not a breath away. If we try to force our new multi-dimensional bodies into the old paradigm of mass in space that we've inhabited for aeons, we feel disoriented. For that space no longer exists. And mass is pulverized into wave-particles of bliss. Likewise, if we continue to conceive of time as linear, requiring a metaphysical leap from this time-line to a better one, we are paralyzed with confusion. For the vector that moved from past to future has been ground into the grace of discontinuity. We center in a timeless flowering of possibilities, that can feel like chaos, unfolding in all directions at once - as close in time to our most ancient ancestor as to the person we t...

You Are Not On Earth

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You are not on earth to change this dream. You are here to awaken. Your first step contains all the others. A pilgrim arrives before the journey begins. This body isn't a guesthouse but a sanctuary at the end  of every breath. Your bones are corridors leading to heavenly places deep in the valley beneath your heart. Rest where you are. Perfect asanas arise from the spin of an atom whose momentum  is the Mother. Why all this effort, friend? Stars entangled in the shining blackness  of your hair effuse the scent of midnight jasmine. Are you not the silent radiance you’ve been praying to? Photo: by Wanderloom

Sabbath Work

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      This is the work of the Sabbath. All creatures flowering out of themselves, the motionless explosion  of a rose,  a galaxy of pollen, a blue-green egg in a wiccawoven nest, the little earth in its swirl of distances. This is the task of the effortless. A prophet does not see into the future. A prophet sees deeply into the present moment.

Orant

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  Prayer is wonder  without speech, without effort,   without begging,   each breath a womb perfused with the name of Jesus. Thus the Mother plants seeds  of  silence in us, seeds of  a new creation.