The Utterance of Existence
I write the word ‘existence’ onto this pad with my pen, and Existence itself utters its truth to me. It makes bare its own miracle, unclothes its own mystery, reveals its own amazement.
This utterance shakes me. I feel viscerally the raw truth of its being. Its majesty demands my wonder, my interest, my thirst for understanding.
Concepts scatter across existence, scatter across the open, unbounded, and ever-changing field of knowing. Like jigsaw pieces pulled from the bottomless depths of infinity, they beg to be placed, to be connected, to be held cohesively together.
They hunger for a worldview, they want to understand themselves, the world, and their place in it. They want to understand their relation to others, to their environments, to the world as a whole. They seek a home, a place of refuge, a place of harmony and peace.
The picture comes into view. It’s beautiful. And then it vanishes. Dissolves in an instant, as fast as a dust devil evaporating into the vast open desert air. It’s a brief figment. An appearance. A flame from the Fire. A wave from the Ocean.
Again, a picture comes into view. I get glimpses of my reflection. And again, it vanishes.
I thirst for understanding.
“My Night With Love”
“Let’s fly paper airplane’s on top of the cabinets. They can be love letters for the next owners to find – a kind of time capsule,” Love said with those trenchant eyes that reach to the depths of your soul…
“My Snow Leopard Angel”
Everyone needs a friend like my Snow Leopard Guardian Angel — a bright light, a beacon, a North Star, a teacher, a wise counselor, a polished mirror to see your own reflection.
“The Divine Connection”
You don’t need to search far and wide for the Divine connection. It’s that without beginning or end. See and feel – know directly – the love that both surrounds you and fills you. Know the Love that is you…
“Cultivating Loving Attention”
How many of your words and actions are reactive & automatic? How many are reflective and intentional? What would it be like, what would it feel like, to intentionally love yourself, others, and the world?
“The Current of Stillness”
She moves in Her Stillness | Understands in Her Wholeness | Creates endless though Formless | And embraces the Boundless | She gives freely Her Charity | Paints marvelously Her Beauty…
“By Way of Introduction”
It’s spring in Salt Lake City. I’ve been writing at my desk all day and my back’s painfully aware. I glance out the window and see that the morning’s storm has washed out the pollution and left a soft blue sky…