When selfless love is present you have entered the door of liberation. This capacity was your first birthday present. Like Dorothy’s ruby slippers, home has never been more than three clicks away.

When the trees sing it is the wind that gives them voice. When the heart sings, what, but the mystery of love is at hand. Cast wide the sails of your heart into the star filled firmament and love’s wind will guide you unerringly home

Somewhere, in between reality and illusion, love and fear, duality and nonduality, sinner and saint, truth and lie, there exists a crevice, a line so fine as to be nearly invisible. One day, while walking barefoot in the snow with your nose close to the ground in search of food, you trip and fall into [...]

frail flowers abound the gardener is sound asleep my mind, the graveyard joy, tears and laughter the gardener woke up again the mind, a great yard no joy, no sadness spacious as the vast blue sky no yard, no graveyard no mind, no gardener the garden of the unborn frail flowers abound

This picture is suggesting a perspective What is flat from one perspective isn’t from another What is smooth from one perspective isn’t from another What is huge from one perspective is tiny from another An ordeal from one perspective A blessing in disguise from another No perspective can be seen from another perspective Non-perspectiveness underlies [...]