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Category Archives: Peace
The backyard, the shadow, the light, dried leaves, the dirt. All are engaged in silence and stillness, in an afternoon of destiny, at the same time, and for a few minutes, I, too, was silent and still, absorbing, internalizing, my … Continue reading
The beautiful clarity of the early morning like a clear brook in ancient times. There is a quiet insistence in this that ties holiness with beauty. Then the yellow light silently and slowly spreads, glittering the leaves that help unfold … Continue reading
He lives his life the way it used to be and a little bit more. There are times when he is so quiet and he knows why, and he understands and then…he remembers the deep resonance and distant echoes of … Continue reading
I am walking and contemplating while snow falls and a squirrel eyeballs me cautiously. And it feels so right as I think of the continuous day by day unfolding of those inner stirrings, those inner cosmic dances that never cease … Continue reading
Early morning. A faint bluish light. A profound transition. An unfolding of clarity, of our essential nature, of what is true. An opening up of consciousness and finding where we are, as we see, as we simply know. And it … Continue reading
On a cold grey winter afternoon, the sun breaks in and spills over its light. It is a revelation without words. It is immaculate. And it matters, like a breath.
A grey December morning. Snow, sub-zero temperature, still wind, discerning. The neighbourhood is resting. A sweet scent of peace. There is silent worship.
The cold wind gasps, the clouds weep. It was their last time to see and to say goodbye to that departing leaf of autumn. Everything has changed. Their world will be different from now on though they will still go to work, brush their teeth, drink … Continue reading
Early autumn morning no need for words drinking tea is enough.