a wind from the north
stout and warm
does the same thing to my hair
that it does to the treetops
the sky touches my head
and the earth touches my feet
and here i am
a human being alive in this world
a fine day indeed
each day spend some time in silence
welcome the emptiness of no thought
just breathe and be
let the silence sweep you along
like a leaf that fell into the stream
like a leaf that fell into a stream
stronger than steel
lighter than feathers
defining this life of ours
years like moments
moments like a soft kiss
All spiritual teachings are in vain if we cannot love.
When life presents us with challenges, we can get stuck in the mud—in our habitual reactions and patterns—or we can be present to the suffering and find compassion and strength within the discomfort, blossoming like the lotus.
I hold the most archaic values on earth ... the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals, the power-vision in solitude.... the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe.