…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
Waking just at dawn on the first full day in Glacier National Park, provided the opportunity for doing my morning sit on a bench overlooking Lake McDonald. The cool weather warranted a light jacket, as I walked out to the bench – the big sky still faint with the night lights of the distant stars.…
As I finished the closing pages of Cynthia Bourgeault’s most recent book, EYE OF THE HEART (Boulder, CO: Shambhala, 2020), I knew it would take much time and space to absorb and engage more deeply with the wonders and challenges presented in the honest and vulnerable hope she unscathingly shared in the book.…
Where wholeness parts
a stream there flows
forward, backward
inward, outward
circling in circling
Is this She?
The steadfast single one
who dresses none
Stripping all to intimacy…
Crossing over in steady fire
Transmuting sinews of soul
bearing new faces
Touch-me-nots torn from a fist
Wade in waiting
Running in realms
emerging in supple sobriety
Nothing lost
The new unnamed
Pregnant chastity
Alluring poverty
Reckless charity
All is womb!…
From a divine spark, a hazelnut, an atom, a nothing ignited, mercy exchange, a reality of relating that constitutes poles that move in kenotic swing, a space of sparking that flows in and as us. Meister Eckhart, Julian of Norwich, The Cloud of Unknowing, Jacob Boehme, Raimundo Panikkar, just to name a few mystical expressions of reality as deep relatedness that relies upon the third eye seeing in the duality, and the dual seeing from the nondual. …
The truth of Life is in its breath, in its breathing…
On the evening of that first day of the week,
when the doors were locked, where the disciples were,
for fear of the Jews,
Jesus came and stood in their midst
and said to them, “Peace be with you.”…