There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your...

After rain after many days without rain, it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees, and the dampness there, married now to...

"Intuition is soul guidance, appearing naturally in man during those instants when his mind is calm....The goal of yoga science is to...

This is the poem I have been reading for many years on the Winter Solstice. I learned it by heart when I was a child, and I still love...

i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything...

To know yourself as the Being underneath the thinker, the stillness underneath the mental noise, the love and joy underneath the pain, is...

Don’t run around this world looking for a hole to hide in. There are wild beasts in every cave! If you live with mice, the cat claws will...

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one...

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such...

Now has come, an easy time. I let it roll. There is a lake somewhere so blue and far nobody owns it. A wind comes by and a willow listens...

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine...

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an...

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,...

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice - though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. ‘Mend my life!’ each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and st

“Like the silkworm, you have built a cocoon around yourself. Who will save you? Burst your own cocoon and come out as a beautiful...

It took me some time to appreciate the change of seasons in Oregon. Born in Mexico, I took the sunny days for granted. It is after 6...