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Category Archives: Spirituality
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
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.
5:30 am. Ink dark outside. Cold. Breakfast of oats, flaxseeds, banana, avocado, raw honey, almond milk, yogurt and organic green tea and poetry. And this simple yet calming poem by Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things,” touches my being … Continue reading
Slow rhythm of the season. There is growing darkness. And then there is silence. Silence echoes more prominently in being alone. And it gets deeper and deeper and deeper as it expands, slowly. Deep thoughts emerge and float in silent … Continue reading
In its quiet elegance, it reveals heaven, humans and the earth. I look deeply long enough that seems like eternity and then I see what the ancient sages and poets and monks saw, and I just know…the soul stirs because … Continue reading
My cup is empty of herbal tea and a deep longing caresses my heart on this cold winter night. It is quiet and there exist a somewhat subtle inner beauty, delicately reminding me of the fullness of time and the … Continue reading
It is in knowing that leads to deep understanding because the wise heart knows because the wise heart can identify the intimacy of even a shaft of light to darkness.
It is in faint whispering that we hear and feel the soft brush of tenderness that is revealed in emptiness and loneliness through the poetry of the heart. It is a gift.