Once I have seen,That my true nature is divineAll this tagging and naming frenzyHas stopped being an issue Rest in beauty, in the deepest selfWhere
Étiquette : prayer
» I no longer live… »
As the depths cracked open under the floor of the self…
Who’s really praying ?
Who is the one praying in me ? As long as the trader is speaking, no prayer get ever be told. Actually, I can never
Spiritual Friendship
Une version française est disponible ici : Amitié Spirituelle : I Shin…. (1/2) As we remain on the cushion through our simple sitting practice, time
In the Inkwell of the Self
Writing is difficult when you dip your quill in your own personal inkpot. Ideas get glued up and go lumpy. They end up tied in
Like a Mantra in the Night
When the mind won’t rest even for half a second when it vacuums every bit of potential awareness What is left then but prayers to
