Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.
Life has meaning only in the struggle. Triumph or defeat is in the hands of the gods. So let us celebrate the struggle.
Can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?
In thinking, “This is I” and “That is mine”, he binds himself with his self, as does a bird with a snare.
Having attained human birth, which is an open gateway to Brahmn, one who… remains attached to the ties of the world is not fit to be called human.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door, and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
