Creativity is the mirror of the spirit. Something from nothing. Endless spontaneous proliferation of forms from the unmanifest field of pure potentiality. To create is to participate in that miracle. As above so below.
Creativity is the mirror of the spirit. Something from nothing. Endless spontaneous proliferation of forms from the unmanifest field of pure potentiality. To create is to participate in that miracle. As above so below.
We’re all doing our best at every turn. We’re all the same in this, and however broken or messy we may be, we’re fundamentally oriented to truth and love in the end. The gravity of our essential being and goodness is always drawing us home. And I know this is challenging to our understanding when…
We’re all walking talking Ships of Theseus.
It’s all just happening. Identification happens. Ignorance happens. Liberation happens. At the same time they’re all just appearances. Modulations of the wholeness. Exactly as they should be, by virtue of the fact that they ARE. Only they’re also not. Try to find ignorance or delusion or objects or concepts. Try to locate identification. There’s only…
There’s grief in awakening. Grief at the loss of autonomy, grief at the loss of purpose and meaning. Grief at the loss of knowing and certainty, however deluded they were. There’s grief over losing one’s power, and one’s familiar identity. There’s so much loss in awakening. When it dawns that there’s nothing we can keep,…
Make no promises or predictionsJust take each step as it comes Notice the effects of notions and ideasOn your moment-to-moment sense of well-beingIt’s like you can keep noticing and rooting outThose notions that lie about the nature of realityAnd sometimes it’s not so obviousBecause the false ideas are part and parcelOf the consensus paradigm Making…
Is our conscience merely conditioning or is it a hotline to our divinity? Do we follow where it leads? Do we trust it? Is it our lack of trust that makes us suffer? If we trusted every move we make as right and correct, even divinely ordained, or at the very least inevitable, would we…