This Little Light of Mine
This little light of mine… a quiet flame carried in small hands, flickering with joy, courage, and something timeless.
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Poem on Faith: Little Summer Poem Touching The Subject of Faith by Mary Oliver
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Field Notes
Beyond the Senses: The Creative Act of Remembering Who We Are.
The body falls silent. The senses report an ending. And yet—something remains, untouched.
Love and Presence
Resonance and Presence
Like two instruments tuned to the same key, human beings sometimes awaken something in one another that words alone cannot reach.
Love and Presence
The Quiet Wound of Being Human.
A quiet reflection on the hidden grief we carry — and the love that has never left us.
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Dante's Prayer
A quiet prayer from the edge of the dark night. When the path disappears and hope feels distant, the ocean and the stars remind us that love still remembers us. A meditation on longing, forgiveness, and the fragile courage of the human heart finding its way home.
Love and Presence
Sitting With the Dying
What the Dying Teach Us About Love..
Love Notes
Love Notes XXXVII
There lives within the human heart an ancient ache.
Field Notes
Bioenergetic Integration II
The courage required for Bioenergetic Integration is not the courage of effort or control. It is closer to an act of faith — a willingness to soften the protective structures the mind has built over years of survival and allow the deeper intelligence of the body and heart to return to life.
Two Kinds Of Intelligence -Rumi
Tea and Zen Threads The Morning Poem0:00/213.42040816326531× There are two kinds of intelligence: One acquired, as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts from books and from what the teacher says, collecting information from the traditional sciences as well as from the new sciences. With such
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The Buddha's Last Instruction
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Field Notes
The Difference Between Facts and Truth
Much of human personality is built as protection against early pain. The shields we create—arrogance, control, withdrawal, certainty—help us survive. Yet those same defenses can quietly distort our vision. What we call truth may sometimes be only what our defenses allow us to see.