And now, it whispers, you can hold it all in your empty hands. It beseeches you: Be still. Be modest now, like a thing ripened until it is real.
Starting to live from the point that death will arrive one day, we can create our lives with no fears and regrets. It all won't matter when we're gone.
And though it’s dark and lit only by candles in your room, you see a bright flash of light One of the ways they make themselves known to you now.
Never again will we entertain this tyranny that wears a thousand divisive masks but is always a scared and greed-scarred child-man hiding behind a curtain.
Instead of willing sleep to return, I've stopped fighting the shifting light. There's something oddly soothing about its reassuring progress. It is symbolic of impermanence. Nothing can remain the same, everything must change. It is these early morning meetings of truth that have led me to ...
Congruent authenticity happens in the guts and bowels of your life. Being authentic is the grunt-work of the soul, of any deeply human, spiritual path. Being half here, half there, halfhearted, faking it to look good, strategizing to make things easier for your self — that’s the common way of ...