In My Garden
In my garden, the daffodils have been sleeping in the cold, dark earth for months.No proof of spring. No visible progress. Just silence, pressure, and frozen ground. Then one day,
In my garden, the daffodils have been sleeping in the cold, dark earth for months.No proof of spring. No visible progress. Just silence, pressure, and frozen ground. Then one day,

(Edited transcript below video) This is a true story discovering the beauty within… Transcript of the video: Many of you who know me know that I’m always talking about looking

“You are here to remember that you are the thought of Love in form.” Where did the thought of you as Love manifest in form come from? It is the first

Softly awakened this morning,a gentle mantra, dancing, drifting, floting, through the mind. A melody really, Sweet and lilting. I’ll…Love…for…you I’ll…Love…for…you I’ll…Love…for…you I’ll…Love…for…You The tempo, ever so slow

My favorite word in any language is why, It is my nature to wonder about many the many mysteries of life and living. I use this blog is a sort


The Luminous Splendor of the Colorless Light of Emptiness “He tumbled over and over, wrapping his wings tightly around his head to try to protect himself from the fall. He

THE FACE OF GOD Years of longing Studying masters and Saints Reading Arjuna’s shattering in the glare Of Krishna’s unveilingTruth’s raw form so glorious and terribleThe epic warrior beggedQuakingTo have
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