“The Corner of My Skylight”
Every morning I would lie in bed and look up at the skylight. And every morning became obsessed by the one corner that was not square.
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“The Healer as Soul-Seeker”
Hindu sages speak of finding "the Unseen through the seen" — looking past the physical to perceive the divine, cosmic reality that lies behind it. As with sages, so with healers. The Unseen within us is
“Placing the Pebbles at Peace”
Two little pebbles, thrown at random – if random there be – onto a tray of sand. Place them at Peace – and you will be too. But how? Just ask them – from your heart.
“Two Fused as One”
This hand is you and your other your spouse. Bring them close together, then have them touch – and then interlock them.
You have now created a new Entity: the two of you fused as One. This is Fusion, this is Love.
“Condensations of Spirit”
We used to think of the stars, with nothing in-between. Now we learn that the great mass of the universe is composed of vital invisible dust, occasionally compressed into discernible objects. And our world is filled
“Ultimately All is Beautiful”
By Beautiful I mean all in the world that enables us to Know the Soul, the Perfection, the Belovedness. They are more efficient, more effective, requiring less effort. They are our facilitators. And once Known through
“The Sufferer Who Dares Not Look”
No martial arts warrior has ever been as skilled in self-defense as the sufferer who does not dare to look inside. He defends with wondrous, instantaneous, almost reflexive katas, deflecting every attempt to help. He misprocesses
“Going with Intention, Not the Result”
Suppose someone, let's say your mother, offers you a cup of tea and in the process of giving it to you, spills it over you. How do you react? With anger - or with love? Do
“The Chips on the Sculptor’s Floor”
I’ve spent my life chiseling away to find the beauty within it. But now I realize the chunks I discarded were just as beautiful – and so was the original rock.
“Reflection for Mother’s Day”
When I was young, there was a daily radio program in which, as previously arranged by each mother, the children whose birthdays were on that day would be instructed to follow the string tied to the