“Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine— to become luminously, impossibly so. Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.”—David Abram
“The body is a realm wherein the diverse textures and colors of the world meet up with one another. It is a place where clouds, earthworms, guitars, clucking hens, and clear-cut hillsides all converge. It is a portable place wandering through the larger valleys and plains of the earth, open to the same currents, the same waters and winds that cascade across those wider surfaces, a sensitive threshold through which the world experiences itself.”—David Abram
“Far below, deep beneath the bedrock, a lustrous power slumbers, fitfully, like a bear in its cave. The resplendence it carries by day is now subdued and smoldering— a slow burn, crackling within its hearth at the heart of the Earth. As this power sleeps, it dreams. The dreams roil and flicker and seethe, curling back upon themselves and sometimes flaring, scorching the walls and scattering sparks. A few sparks embed themselves in the enfolding dark, others wink out and vanish. Meanwhile, the power sleeps, pulsing like a muscle, its vigor radiating outward in waves through the viscosity of molten metal and the slow solidity of rock (firing huge convection currents within these depths that move the continents far above), percolating outward as magma or propagating upward through the density of basalt and granite, rising later through thickets of feldspar and quartzite and the stratified soils near the surface, channeled outward through stems of dandelions and trunks of sequoias, through cattails and sugar maples and the upright backbones of smooth-skinned primates, finally fountaining into the open biosphere through blossoms and budded leaves and through the craft of our fingers, through the gleam in your lover’s eye and the fluted music upwelling now from the beak of a blackbird…”—David Abram
“Be aware of the contact between your feet and the Earth. Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet. We have caused a lot of damage to the Earth. Now it is time for us to take good care of her. We bring our peace and calm to the surface of the Earth and share the lesson of love. We walk in that spirit.”—Thich Nhat Hanh
“Beauty is pure consciousness expressed through your physiology, reflected in your physical being. Just as pure consciousness projects into the manifest world as light, when you are healthy and balanced, beauty radiates through you as a luminescence.”—Laura Plumb
“Mind, then, as the steady dreaming of this Eairth, the unseen depth from whence all beings draw their sustenance. Mind as wind, the medium that moves between and binds all earthly beings. This mystery rolling in and out of breathing bodies, invisible.”—David Abram
“A civilization that relentlessly destroys the living land it inhabits is not well acquainted with truth, regardless of how many supposed facts it has amassed regarding the calculable properties of its world.”—David Abram
“It is time to unplug our gaze from the humming screen, walking out of the house to blink and piss under the river of stars. There are new stories waiting in the cool grasses, and new songs…”—David Abram
The boughs and branches that spread out from every side yield the same kind of seed as that from which the tree originated. This is how one single seed potentially contains innumerable trees, innumerable boughs, branches, leaves and so on.
There is infinite becoming and infinite being, infinite manifestation and infinite potentiality, - the seed grows into a tree, the tree brings forth seed. Therefore when one becomes wholly concentrated on any one thing, why should not the One be revealed?
tonight I had my first session with a reiki master.
I had no expectations of any results, just a small intention, a curiosity almost, which I explained to her— I’ve been having these migraines. not many, just three in the last six months. the aura is spectacularly beautiful, and the effects are powerful to the point of psychedelic, but I don’t want to suffer anymore— I want to know what purpose they have served, so I can move beyond this pain—
she started at the crown of my head, and never wavered below my neck, though her energy extended in waves down into my arms, belly, root, and legs—
at first the feeling was quite similar to the blessing-giving sessions I share with michael in meditation. then, out of the blue, my heart broke wide open with an infinite sadness.
tears rolled down the sides of my face, into my hair & ears—
because her touch was suddenly, explicitly & exactly my mother’s—
and your mother’s, and the touch of every mother, with love for her child’s head— the touch of the mother, of the sacred feminine, the divine shakti that gives life to every being in every possible world—
because it was love, and I was love, and we were touching, and that meant we were no longer alone—
I was no longer alone. the profound loneliness of the heart that is so hidden from us, from me, in the richness & busy splendor of daily life; that exquisite sadness that is the greatest blessing in the universe to receive because it connects us to each heart in the cosmos, to all pain and to all beauty, and to a compassion great enough to bring you to your knees, over and over, in service of the waiting world—
heart open, inexhaustibly & unstoppably sobbing— it’s the most exhilarating feeling in the world, to be free like that— free to be sad, and to find the euphoria that lives under the sadness, in the eternal smile of the heart.
head’s clear, an unbearable weight lifted, a pressure released, and released, and released, into a willing void that embraces all, and gives back only light.
“The cosmos is nothing other than this open and unfolding interchange between the powers that compose it. There is no stone or cloud that is absolved of this passionate activity, no brick or brushstroke that is not participant in the co-creation of the present moment.”—David Abram
“I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.”—Mary Oliver