Posts Tagged ‘love’

I know how to heal the world. I’ve known for 40 years.

I know how to heal the world. I’ve known for 40 years. It’s simple but I don’t know if we’ll do it. I don’t know if it’s possible since it seems we prefer being sick, wounded, hungry and angry. I’m not giving up though.

Here’s a bit of backstory.

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Forty years ago, I was living in an ashram in India. One morning around 5:30, I walked out of the kitchen where I had been cleaning and cutting fruits and vegetables for the communal lunch. The sun was just rising above mountain ridge across the valley. Entering the main courtyard, I decided to sit for a while on a concrete planter that enclosed several coconut trees. I fell very silent.

We might normally associate silence with not talking, or the absence of noise or the atmosphere in a forest. It’s all these but it’s also more. Silence is a syrup—a very delicate syrup—that mysteriously yet palpably flows through all living things everywhere, through all of existence. It’s a quantum level sap that gives life to all things everywhere. We might call it prana (breath) or shakti (primordial life force). (more…)

An Audit of My Life at 64

It’s September 2014. I am 64 years old.

I’ve gotten here so fast, I’m almost certain that some of me isn’t here yet, hasn’t caught up to the here and now.

Wasn’t I in Magnolia High School last month, radicalizing the student body during the ’68 presidential campaign? Back then, looking forward, I didn’t even know what 64 years old was. I’m sure I never thought about it; I never thought about time. I believed I had forever: time was like an endlessly moving horizon I would never reach.

Now, I can hold an entire decade in the palm of one hand, like a glass.

But a glass that somehow has within it 10 years of moments, real and imagined. Ten years of seconds that passed without much notice. (more…)

Love is a Tricky Word

Last year or so, I told a woman I had just met that I loved her.

I’m not sure, but I think I freaked her out.

Perhaps, I should have qualified what I meant, but that might have taken half an hour. Still, as someone who teaches and appreciates authentic and effective communication, I might have been more considerate. But I wasn’t. I wanted to say what I said. I was truthful, but maybe ineffective.

No doubt, she could fairly have thought any number of things; he’s a needy mama’s boy (honestly, I’m not), he’s out of his mind (I can’t argue that one), he is desperate (I don’t think so), he’s got an emotional hole in him as big as Greenland (it’s much smaller than that), he’s a horny bastard (hmmm, I can’t argue that one either). (more…)

An Invocation

Dedicated to the People of the Earth

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 Where there is suffering and pain,

May there be healing and ease.

Where there is anger and oppression,

May there be forgiveness and freedom.

Where there is hatred and violence,

May there be peace and compassion.

Where there is poverty and sorrow,

May there be abundance and joy.

Where there is ignorance,

May there be wisdom.

Where there is fear,

May there be love.

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