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Many have gone mad looking for a solid center, but there is none. We think of centering as only a continual narrowing of focus until we touc...

This is the realm of the passing away.   All that  exists does not for long. Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding toward the e...

Sometimes when I meditate there is nothing left of me but the breath all the rest of me inseparable from all the rest of you. There is no su...

When told that grace is our original face and the Beloved our true body the "ripe buffoon" breaks through and dances with those wh...