The light pours in,
eyes will open,
but consciousness
will not
collapse
to
a
point.
Energy seeps
through the borders
of body,
dissolving the
phenomenal
into
the spiritual.
One with all things,
All things being one.
“You are the wind.
Go and breathe life
into this world.”
Be.
The eyes are set deep in the head,
constantly looking, constantly alert.
What unimaginable things, timeless things,
have they seen?
The wrinkles run deep,
carved into the face.
Each line a memory,
scarring a soul
that can’t let go.
Death,
Pain,
Age,
and Hate,
have all paid rent
in his old face.
The brow furrows as he starts to think. The energy nearly knocks me over. Why resist what is?
I [...]
I move, and it is there.
I move, and it is there.
I move, and it is there.
Everywhere is movement, and all is being. Thoughts bubble up to the surface then disappear into itself, like countless vegetables bobbing in and out of sight as the soup gently boils.
The sensation in the brain is very sharp and biting [...]
I have received a few similar questions over the last week. This is one of them, but captures the gist of all of them:
I’ve been reading your recent posts, and the spirituality series at Tom Stine’s blog as well. But I have a question. I have never really thought about spirituality before and wonder [...]
Over at Tom Stine’s website there have been several recent articles on various aspects of spirituality, and his post, “So What is Spirituality? Really,” gave rise to this one.
If you have a look at his article, it goes into fine detail on the various definitions used for that word and how it is generally looked [...]
It is wonderful to be alone. Not lonely, which is the feeling of lack; a need for an incomplete center to reach for wholeness; but a true moment by moment discovery of what one is.
But not who one is.
The who is the story. It may be sad, grand, greedy, lustful, reckless, wanting, or any number [...]
Silence, as an expression of the organism, is a strange sensation. I’ll see if words can do it justice.
First, the physical body as it appears in the phenomenal world:
The feet are square on the floor. Buttocks firmly planted on the padded seat. Spine slightly arched, not touching the backrest. Hands resting on the table top. [...]
(Edit: While messing around in Wordpress, I accidentally deleted this post. Luckily, I save most of my posts in notepad, so no problem. Anyway, this is why on the RSS feed, you’ll be seeing the same post twice. Sorry about that.)
(Edit-Edit: I have added my comments right below the video.)
This video was brought to my [...]
Some might say their beliefs, whatever they might be, determine reality. I understand what they mean, but reality has nothing to do with any of that.
Reality, as it is used here, has nothing to do with thought. We can certainly think about it, make theories, and create ideals that seem better. But in the [...]
Mayumi loved Chopin.
She mentioned it to me the first day we met. I could see that love in her face. The same beauty found in Chopin’s music was easily seen in her movements. The way she brought the tea, the way she washed the dishes, the way she sat in seiza on the tatami. The [...]