Wendell Berry's words give us an understanding of why it is so hard to describe meditation ... "The mind that comes to rest is tended ...

Another old CD coming back to life--Handel's Messiah-- has kept me company driving in the rain this week. Listening and singing along...

Celebrating the craziness of just being yourself, and yet wooing the divine. Celebrating Kabir's kind of craziness. The swan of our...

Ask the world to reveal its quietude- not the silence of machines when they are still, but the true quiet by which birdsongs, trees,...

Painting by Jaya Julienne Ashmore Though your destination is not yet clear, You can trust the promise of this opening, Unfurl yourself...

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer. The wind blowing, the leaves shivering in the sun, each day the...

Jaya wrote this little poem while on retreat in Holland in July. gentle back... why bother thinking? the whole of creation rises up...

Galaxies of golden dragonflies swirling over the well Rain splashes through the new roof, geckos bark, purple lotus closed in the...

3 May, 2008 Sierra de Gredos, Spain, morning This morning I went out in the blue-black to beat the forgotten wake-up gong. The white...

Between orange schoolhouse—boys in yellow—and parking lot/cricket field, our meditation hall. In the parking lot 8 white cars wear red...

1. Day 2 During cleaning in the hall 3-inch black scorpion Outside boys throw lumps of clay over the wall at our private interviews,...

The Tibetan girl in red and black plays the Chenrezig game—walks with eyes closed from one corner of the temple across white marble ...

Germany. Cold-winter-colorless April East Germany: Cheap ice cream, bakery white buns, women’s hair nets white aprons, harsh look...

A green tarp roof; a green tarp floor. Walls of air, open to redwoods, ants. Hummingbirds throb by our cooling heads, and mosquitoes...

dawn soft naked lavender jasmine breath spills in and out chicken rhythms, white stony barely hills barely green— where green, dark...

unripe lupines jewel birds attacked trees still grow barred cottages organic milk salad of diced cactus tomatoes are green jicamates...

In my dreams I was Naked, I was uncovering the ancient sites, carved stone secrets of a harmonious people. In my waking, I was in...