Pearls of wisdom
formed from the
sands of time
and the
salt of tears
are discovered
within an open,
quiet mind.

October 2018

Abiding in faith

knowing that all is well,

your life becomes a

 living prayer…

 unavoidably perfect!

October 2018

Push all those busy body thoughts aside
and come sit in the silence where I Am.
Rest in the peace of your own Presence
and immaculate perception.
As the body attunes to the
breath of God, clarity is restored.
This holy refuge is your true home
and but a breath away from the
wandering attention of your child mind.

July 2018

I Am the heart
and that
which beats it.

I Am the flute
   and the
       breath which plays it.

I Am the wing
   and the
        wind that moves it.

I Am the song
   and the
       voice that sings it.

I Am the shadow
   and the
       light that casts it.

June 2018

Come home now…
all the way home.
Cross the bridge of light
guiding you deep into
the heart of the
infinite dweller within
and abide in the peace
of your true Self.

August 2018

Faith is fluid like molten metal.
Being tempered and tested
it becomes strong and solid . . .
unwavering.
Only then may it be transformed
into a chalice of absolute knowing.

July 2018

Awake on this magical morning with dawn’s
musical breeze alive in the trees.
Same breath of illumined wind felt
under the Bodhi tree, upon the Cross
and throughout all time and space.
Listen . . . attune your ears so the 
heartsong of God may be heard
in the treasure of this holy moment. 
Through Grace this awakening has come
and the blessed dissolution of the lie
that the dream of sleeping was real.
“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,
don’t go back to sleep . . .don’t go back to sleep.”

June 2002

Baby Buddha awoke
in the land of Lotus Love.
With twinkling, star-filled eyes 
and a Milky Way smile
He sang the song of
The Chuckling Heart
right here at your very own
cosmic garden party!

March 2002

When the shell of the lie cracked open
‘All That Is” rushed in
leaving no space for knowing
or the need to know.

Doubt and denial
drowned with delight
in the instant of this great flood
and what appeared as
“my life” was no more.

Sweet obliteration
by the consuming
flame of Grace.
No space for resistance now.
Nothing ever really happened.

This is a non-story,
a play within a dream.
Always have been, here, now
witnessing this marvelous
and tragic spectacle.

So blessed to not know
anything at all.
Nothingness is
All That Is
 and I Am That.

January 2002