Friday, September 28, 2007


Gold dawn disk edges purple cliffs.
Old woman bends to sweep temple steps.
She bathes each stone with loving care.
How many worshippers think of her work?

I went at dawn to a magnificent temple. Its architecture was such a supreme expression of the human spirit that it was a treasure. Generations of worshipers had left offerings at the shrines, hundreds of monks had reached their enlightenment on the consecrated grounds, and thousands had been blessed in life and death in the venerable halls.

Yet my most moving observation was an old woman silently sweeping the steps. Her concentration was perfect. Her devotion was palpable. Her thoroughness was complete. Her uncelebrated act showed a true holy spirit.

Later in the day, wealthy people came to worship. Children with brightly coloured toys ran over the gray stones. The abbot walked to his ceremonies. Monks passed in silent prayer. Of all who passed, how many were aware of the saintly service that had made their own devotion possible?

When the way is all we have to walk, those who prepare the way should be truly honoured.

-Deng Ming-Dao
from "365 Tao"
-each day of the calendar corresponds with a passage in the text, passages vary from north to south hemisphere

Monday, September 24, 2007

Matter is Spirit at its lowest level,
and Spirit is matter at its highest level.

-Helen Blavatsky

Thursday, September 20, 2007

if you understand, things are just as they are
if you don't understand, things are just as they are

zen saying

Monday, September 17, 2007

only awareness here
no good or bad
just aware

breathing in
then out
the situation

no clogging
no hang ups
just a clear filter

clear view
clear mind
clear body

just awareness
breathing in then out
through another reed

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

The Mayan Prophecies say that now the time has come to relearn and remember the deepest universal truths. Hunab K'U desires to reawaken our conscious and unconscious selves in order that we may discover our true and highest potential.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

the universe expressing itself through this body

a reality flowing
floating by
never starting
never ending

expressed as the water
touching all it sees
expressed as the mother
humming a distant tune

expressed as the weed
swaying with the breeze
expressed as the stone
sitting cool

just another corner
another fragment
another thread
still connected

the same one
conscious energy
putting on a different

getting all the experiences
seeing every angle
from different eyes
from different skin

and at the end of the line
the hat is put down
and the costume melts

into the reality
never starting
never ending
only expanding