the mystery of this simple moment cannot be spoken yet all of history occurred to arrive here the mystery of the endless terrain of ...

The ending of time is the ending of change. The being, trying to become, invents time. The being, whatever it be, is without time. The...

The universe makes most sense by not making much sense. As its purpose is to have no particular purpose, It has infinite creative pote...

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My heart makes love In secret silence To all that is. My womb gives birth To the universe And my breasts Suckle the stars. Who knows n...

Woken by a shift in the Earth’s breath, I sit in silence – the pre-dawn hush and my green tea for company. In the east, over the Pacif...

Forget all ideas of accomplishing something — in your practice and everywhere else. Everything is already accomplished. If this sounds...