If the red slayer think he slays,
Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near;
Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out;
When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
I am the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode,
And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
A freer way of understanding is to grasp what we’ve been asked to know and hold it for a moment at a distance.
Touching into listening, embodiment, the shadow, and devotion with teacher and author Ellen Emmet
The meaning of death and dying in a death-phobic culture and more on Sounds of SAND Episode 2
In episode 4 of our Podcast we explore the traditional Tibetan Buddhist beliefs of death and dying
A dialog between two modern spiritual teachers on the nature and wonder of the heart
According to Ervin Laszlo, the coherence of the atom and the galaxies is the same coherence that keeps living cells together, cooperating to form life.
A poem on the impact of resurrection.
We look back at a selection of talks of Peter's from SAND conferences and host a discussion about his history with science and spirituality
The first episode in our brand new podcast series!
from The Wisdom of Islam: An Introduction to the Living Experience of Islamic Belief and Practice
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