The Afternoon Rush

I Lost My Head
This Hour
Thinking of You
Remembering Me
Courting the Distance
Forgetting To See

Understand your sweet breath

Believe me or not,

from our birth you and i,

we were trained like a dog,

trained in what is right and what is wrong,

trained in what is good and what is bad,

trained in who is and who isn’t our god.

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Begging for Peace

On my recent journey to Israel, one of the oddities of Tel Aviv was the sighting of the occasional beggar on the street. These seemed to take 3 forms: old women sitting beside lamp-posts, elderly hasidic pan-handlers with a bit of a crazy edge, and young penitents who situate themselves in a state of frozen prostration, on the leeward side of walkways.

This is an strange sight to see.

In North American cities, begging and pan-handling are synonymous – considered by the more cozy financially to be one of society’s major blights, sore spots.

The poor and the beggars have always been with us, in one form or another — at least in the so-called “civilized” societies of the post-tribal world. One imagines that in “tribal” times, all people had meaningful roles to play in societies where life wasn’t measured by accumulation and prestige.

now

allow.
this has come to you.
to stay.

The One-Minute Seeker

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This posting will take you less than a minute to read.

In days gone by, classic “seekers” had to endure a ton of trials and tribulations to find what they were looking for. They walked across deserts. They fasted. They hunted for the ONE in faraway places.

No more. Those days are over. The game has changed. Things have heated up, big time.

Now, that which you are looking for is looking for you. Your inner questing for something timeless, pure, and full of love has been responded to.

Really.

Excerpted from The Heart of the Matter

He explains the immortal

Yes this experience is all about your breath,

but sincerely said it is much more than that,

Wired For Life

The Internet Cafe.

Wireless Wonderful Life.
Music is almost as old as Smell, in the category of Primitive Sensations.

Ok, it’s like this: it takes you for a ride. And it can be a very sweet sensation. We humans are such a mix of sensibilities: memory, emotion, intellect, intelligence, intuition, silent knowing, dreaming. And our brains, our whole beings are so amazingly developed to savour sensation, to ‘parse’ the delicate labyrinth of “enjoyment”.

Kind of like food, and the art of “tasting”; we’re so wired for pleasure. You know how food seduces you the moment you walk into the house: that definite, even if faint, fragrance in the air. Someone’s been making home-made bread, and the sweet cotton of roasted wheat and butter sends its fingers on a mission: to find You! And the honing in, we move down the hall and the aroma becomes seductive, perhaps mingled with the gentle clanking of cookware. Everything in us stands at attention – the sweet soldiers of Appreciation, trained as early as cradle-babes in mother’s pantry.