Where is the boundary of this human separation
At what point does the fence crumble and turn to dust in the tall grasses
I can sometimes feel it’s limits in the wide expanse of inner silence
But every time I open my eyes it still seems to stretch to the furthest hori...
I have been walking as a practice for most of my life
Conscious or unconscious my steps have been teaching
Long before my introduction to the ways of meditation
Long before the Tao was a part of my vocabulary
Long before I observed the Dharma unfolding in a rose bud
Truly good art has the ability to elevate our powers of perception and transport us beyond our limited ways of thinking. It can move us in ways that are totally unpredictable and that defy logic. Art speaks to a part of our being that many of us never even knew existed...
From where I'm standing, it suddenly seems so clear.
Not clear like the clean up after an accident on the highway; the kind that removes the major obstacles and allows traffic to move along quickly.
But more like the kind of clear that exists at the heart of a de...