This is the poem that wanted to be read on the last night of 2025, and first morning of 2026. Thanks to all those who participated in today's practice, so grateful for our sangha and for each one of you. Welcome 2026, I'm ready for you! There are guides who can show you the way. Use them. But they will not satisfy your longing. Keep wanting that connection with all your pulsing energy. The throbbing vein will take you further than any thinking. ... Observe the wonders as they

Thanks to my friend Brynna for sharing this poem with me. This Is the Time to Be Slow by John O’Donohue This is the time to be slow Lie low to the wall Until the bitter weather passes Try, as best you can, not to let The wire brush of doubt Scrape from your heart All sense of yourself And your hesitant light. If you remain generous, Time will come good; And you will find your feet Again on fresh pastures of promise, Where the air will be kind And blushed with beginning. From

Reviewing my posts around the Holidays, I read "Preparing the Heart for the Holidays" , where I share part of a poem that Tara Brach shared in her talk. Here is the full poem. Peace Is This Moment Without Judgment by Dorothy Hunt ​ Do you think peace requires an end to war? Or tigers eating only vegetables? Does peace require an absence from your boss, your spouse, yourself?... Do you think peace will come some other place than here? Some other time than Now? In some other he

Path by Jack Hirschman Go to your broken heart. If you think you don’t have one, get one. To get one, be sincere. Learn sincerity of intent by letting life enter because you’re helpless, really, to do otherwise. Even as you try escaping, let it take you and tear you open like a letter sent like a sentence inside you've waited for all your life though you’ve committed nothing. Let it send you up. Let it break you, heart. Broken-heartedness is the beginning of all real receptio