
Just as the moon
“borrows” its light
from the always present sun
In the same way
the mind “borrows”
awareness
from the ever present
infinite Consciousness …

Just as the moon
“borrows” its light
from the always present sun
In the same way
the mind “borrows”
awareness
from the ever present
infinite Consciousness …

Imagine
one name
one word
for all multiplicity and diversity
of all creation
Imagine
no I and the world
no you and me
just one radiant experience
of all creation
Imagine
one name
one word
God,
Consciousness,
Awareness,
I
for all creation …
Sharing what comes up
thoughts, feelings
opens the space
inside of me
Sharing opens the door
to what lies waiting
inside of me:
connection
vulnerability
trust
Sharing changes individuality into universality
Sharing changes separation into connectiveness
Sharing changes aloneness into togetherness
Sharing changes you in Me …
When courage comes
and you will come to Me
I strip you naked
and leave you with no-thing
I clothe you now
with silence, wisdom, truth
with beauty and compassion
Reality then knocks
softly upon your door
and with the shining key
you found inside your heart
the broken door slides open
to leave you now with All …
There comes a time
when outer teachers are no more needed.
Your inner teacher takes over
And there is a sweet ongoing mantra or satsang or prayer taking over.
And sometimes there can be a desire to meet with an outer teacher again.
You go and you find that you yourself were the teacher all allong.
This theacher unfolds more and more in the stillness of your heart.
Once you get familiar with its song,
you recognize it everywhere;
even in the midst of the deepest depression.
It sings and never stops.
You are the song, the singer and the singing…
Sometimes
the wounds
are touched
by vibrant ripples
in a conversation
It feels like
tingelings
and tears may drop
and in the heart
they drop on softness
It does not feel like trauma
it does feel more
like little kisses
caressing ancient scars
of what has been
It makes it easier
to feel the pain of them
who still have open wounds
and hurt and hurt and hurt
Come sit with me
and give your wounded heart
I will caress it
and will only leave
when time has come
for you
to leave …