In the Presence of the One, We Are All Shining
As the aspen leaves are changing color, revealing their outmost love and submission to the compassionate and wise laws of this vast and infinite Existence which guides them through the unseen hand, I am being re-minded once again of all the ways they continue to show me the sacred secrets of the Heart.
Rumi Was Once a Twelve-Year Old Refugee
The heart-wrenching situation in Syria leaves many of us weeping for the loss of so many innocent civilians, including children. While our hearts lament with the darkest notes, our minds whirl in confusion. We may wonder, how can this be happening?
This Beautiful Longing for Home
Deep suffering is a longing for Home!
In bygone ages when people were grounded and their lives were simpler, when hearts, intuition, dreams, and the secrets of nature guided their paths, and the Wise amongst them healed and led:
You Are Pregnant with God (a poem)
O sweet child,
your dizziness at dawn
as you await
the arrival
of the Breeze (the Beloved’s Breath)
to sweep your heart clean....
The Ever-Present Invisible Beloved
the steam of sadness that arises from the hot rock of neglect
permeates the heart and guides and stretches it
with its invisible hands toward that which
cannot be forgotten...