a life created from my own
small mind and self
would be a disgrace.
The blade of Love cuts away
what covers the lover’s soul;
Love’s sword severs sins.
When the bodily grime is gone,
a shining moon appears:
Spirit’s moon in a wide-open sky.
I’ve beat this drum of Love
for so long, for you whom I adore,
singing: “My life depends upon my dying”
This keeps my body and soul alive.
I dream but I do not sleep.
The seagull fears no shipwreck.
Her feet love to touch the ocean.
As I think about what is happening today in Israel and Palestine, I think about the challenges we all face when we are confronted with stories different from those with which we were raised and that held a lot of meaning for us
A breathing exercise and meditation from the revered Zen monk.
An exploration of Hope in trying times and RevD's upcoming courses.
We have choices in every moment to renew and recreate ourselves and by extension the world
A Journey with Muslim Mystics
True sacredness lies in our capacity to listen, empathize, and act with love
For Palestine's Sufis in occupied Nablus, every week, women gather around Iman Abu Mariam, a female cleric, referred to as a Sheikha in Jabal Jarzeen in the occupied city
Listening to the substrate of reality as a spiritual practice
