Every of us has a religion, or two 😉, it’s just that we call them by different names. The things we sanctify, the places we shine our focus upon, are our religions. It could be a God with power over heaven and earth, a way of being, or what we believe to be the right …
Monthly Archives: September 2023
The Face of Love
I believed I loved. I said the words. I acted in accord. But I did not truly love. I loved the best I could, knowing not what love is. I had no idea what it means to love, to be love. I had no idea of my true estate, the true estate of life itself, …
Sitting on My Tombstone
If I could see everything that is going to happen in my life, would I try to change anything? It seems like I might want to leave the good stuff alone and put some effort into changing the not so good, doesn’t it? Of course, that assumes I have the ability to do something different …
An Ordinary Life
Perhaps I shall live my life in an ordinary way. Seeker energy no longer drives me. That part of life is done. The chase, the focus on teachings, on sitting, on learning what’s real has slipped away. Maybe now I will simply live. For me at least, not being a seeker doesn’t mean that curiosity …
The Unbound Symphony
To have seen through the ruse leaves one in the fascinating position of not being easily understood. Most everything said or written to one extent or another is believed to be one way or the other and not at all as it is experienced here. Seems that’s the nature of expression. It is a good …
Freeze Frame
When you experience another in the space prior to their closely held beliefs, when they abandon their identity if even for a moment and expose their vulnerability, you are blessed with delicious wonder, the taste of sweet humanity. That simple beauty pales in comparison to that which is the actuality of all beings. Normally we …
Are You Waiting for the End of the World?
“Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.” ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 Is that true? Are we waiting, perhaps even hoping, silently, ever so silently that we don’t even let ourselves in on our little secret? Do we desperately struggle to stay alive, while hoping that our world …
Amaya Gayle 