Troubling the Surf with the Ocean
A universal consciousness existing, and us with our philosophies persisting, and faith plays no part in its subsistence, still we grasp tightly on to our insistence that we sift the seekers through our likes and dislikes, for we need a story, we need a light, we need redemption to inspire the fight, we need …
I am but a dirty old man who finds himself in possession of a gem – afraid to put it on display, I simply twirl it in my hands – – existing independent of appreciation, it appears to alter with the changing of perspective, but it cares not about the many forms it takes …
It’s funny how we humans need not possess humanity – kinda like having book smarts but no common sense – redressing the oppressed for succumbing to providence, as if skin color or sexuality spoke to ethics or morality. Spirituality is beyond the realm of worldly bonds and ambitions, so let the theologians get …
How do we fight when words are not enough and decency is not a universal imperative, just something to divide those who can get things done from those who are outdated, when the idea of God is dead to most, and the idea of being good for good’s sake is not a philosophy remembered? – …
An offering by Alya Shanty. You can find her on Facebook! The most simple And beautiful As it is Yes Usually people have many different kinds of prompts and convictions of what is good and bad, right and wrong, divine and evil And they seem to be pretty clear about all of …
In my determination to do things right, to be a ‘good girl,’ a girl God would look down and smile upon, I strived to make the ‘right’ choices in my life, to avoid the mistakes of others before me, I promised to follow the prescribed steps no matter what, to think ‘good’ thoughts, to nourish …
The following is a talk given by Kannan at Amma’s San Ramon ashram, April 2017, weeks before Amma would arrive for her US tour. Om Namah Shivaya Sisters and Brothers One of the perks of living in the ashram for many years is that you get copied on many emails whether you are …
A Memoir by Al Poole, Part 3 He was sitting in Pershing square, a park located between 5th and 6th avenues of downtown Los Angeles. The park’s best days were well behind it, as it was the current hang out for low-income seniors, hustlers, L.A.’s homeless, thugs, sexual deviants, and the mentally ill. The …
I’ve locked my restless spirit within the cage of my commitment – like a sentinel it paces, watching the world unfold beyond it’s reach – to be more than the minion of my desires’ every whim, – never seeking to be taught, never bothering to teach – counting them up one by one, let only …
