One of my earliest childhood memories is of when I was remembering Being bathed in golden light, Suffused with goodness and wellbeing; And that moment was realizing This time was lost to me. Forever. Are the Golden Ages gone? In a Garden of Eden lost? While we labour in Kali days, Short of wisdom More
A swirling line of words Rises up to heaven. Then, caught in the planet's spin It moves move from outside in, Trying to describe Silence. Like a hurricane With a mighty name That ends as water Down the drain, I am The eye Of that storm. More
Which dwells within: Greater art thou than any name That we could name. Grant us this day The things we need And open our hearts To the needs of others. Help us accept our limitations; Even as we strive to overcome them. Let our way be lit by truth, Our actions spring from love, And our More
At her reading (for the lecture series of the Ram Dass library), Sharon Salzberg read from her latest book, called "Faith". Earlier,in the bookstore, I had instinctively recoiled from it when I saw the title, and moved along smoothly to her earlier work, "Loving Kindness," More
In the end, only the soul matters. Along the way, the soul may be glimpsed, as in art and music, as in falling in love. It may be pursued through many different practices, nurtured through loving kindness. But even if we have lost sight of the More