Remember the suffering and death of Christ.

May His immesurable merit ripen upon us and upon all beings.
By his example, may we learn humility and grace.

What is Truth?
And where do we find it?

"Everyone who is of the truth listens to my voice."

I prostrate to the holy and terrible mysteries of Christus Victor, the King of Sorrowless Light.

B E A U T Y   I S 
F U L L N E S S   O F   F O R M

Whatever Form appears one moment ceases the next - just as it has risen, it takes death into the primordial perfect entropic blend of the Unspeakable - for the sake of the Form that follows. The transition is gradual, like a continuously forward-rolling wave of ripe and ruin, free of any distinction between states, free of extreme expression, without beginning and end.

Like waves, breath naturally flows freely; the inseparable consecutive ins and outs turn like the tides.

Like waves, graceful movement rises from balanced physical engagement; well co-ordinated dynamic muscle tone can open the floodgates to the river that is fed by the eternally bubbling wellspring.

Like waves, Life after Life passes by the Eye of Consciousness.

Look at your experience of Self.
Look at the pieces shifting.
Look at their piece-ness.
Look at the whole appearing.
Look at its whole-ness.

Is it all not constantly

Floating - Swaying - Streaming -
Meandering - Swirling -
Bubbling - Rushing - Crashing -

subject to change?

M O V E M E N T   I S  
B E A U T Y   I N   P A S S I N G

T H E M O M E N T I S
A M O V E M E N T

A "point in the Flow of time" is never a still frame.

The implication here is that those who realize interdependence, emptiness and appearance and consequentially find their natural presence can re-determine their direction of use, any time. Life-path altering choices happen in the present moment, however small they may seem.

We can always be lucid.
We can always be lucent.
We can always be liquid.
We can always be liberated.

E V E R Y I N S T A N T
I S A N
I N S T A N C E O F C H A N G E

B R E A T H E O U T

S U S P E N D E D

in between waves

align with the vision
that rose to a flood

float in the current
and learn how to swim

set an intention
set up a light

dawn of the night
silver lining

blank slate

wait in the dark
remain in the gap

and listen for nothing
in the space extending above

N E W M O O N
O V E R
T H E O C E A N

B R E A T H E I N

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, John William Waterhouse

In the change of spring to summer…
What is blossoming that I want to keep?
What will I wish to prune in time?

C U L T I V A T E

Recognize the nature of the mind — stabilize that recognition.


G E N E R A T E
O B J E C T P E R M A N E N C E .