Monk of the World “They have always told me that the first time is the worst, so I should cultivate fear before I jump or enter the freezing torrent […]
‘There is a room around this song.’ Shocked, she wondered who thought of that? She asked who put this room in this library of other rooms to hold all the
The erotic burns images into our soul. Or does it simply mirror them?
We cannot embody opinions and knowledge. They are specks of dust, mere material floating in the sunlight, compared with our magical essence of love and light.
Glorious Death? Human beings are curious of and frightened by their own death and the death of others they love. Death is taboo to most of us, and it is understandable that the complete unknown is terrifying so we evade it, clinging to what we know even more tightly.
The light of day comes and it goes from my personal theatre. Objects and people come and they go, they wax and wane, as I watch from the gallery. This
We are love and compassion: They are our native states. But our fear and delusions make them into objects, separating us away from them so that an object of this ‘thing’ love is required.
Goodness in human form feels no shame or fear. It is the eternal witness in the oneness of the visible and the invisible.
Our individual good energy temporarily housed in the flesh in the world of form is a prayer, a meditation, a mantra in itself.
We have the ability to make everything in our life divine. It is merely a question of the humility and clarity and our view. A beautiful flower may appear
