Each day leads us closer to the going. We continue the way of the walk that we might arrive there where the door is open, and the way has been revealed. It is all a step along the path of our stepping. That is how we go. We walk. We wait. We allow. To surrender is to rest in the empty quiet where sound echoes. … Continue reading Life Always Reveals Itself
I keep my feet close to the fire that the heat strengthens me. I am steady there rooted in the place of my standing. I understand that the only way is to enter in, so I lean. I have stood there at the door knocking. I have seen the crack give way to an opening so vast that all I have ever known has shown … Continue reading Waver Not
There are times when I don’t have the words. They stay hidden underneath the floorboard, the one where the crack used to be. I don’t always see through them in the same way. The light covered as though the block is permanent. Yet I know truth. I lean toward the voice of truth echoing skies where the fog rolls through before clearing to shine. I … Continue reading The Voice of My Soul
What does that mean, the magnanimous now? For me it is the vast space of the open road. It is the beginning, the creator of all that is and the potential back of manifestation. It is also the resting place of quiet, like a pond in the early morning when the fog and mist are one. It is the place of contemplation and receptivity to … Continue reading The Magnanimous Now
I want only to be open; heart cracked wide enough to see clearly the way to you. It is a practice. Each moment a path before me leading me there to the center where the beginning begins. Anew. What of the way of my soul, how it longed again and again for time to tick forward toward yes? And now do I sit at the … Continue reading You have answered me
