The Beauty we Love

By Howard Thurman

The true purpose of all spiritual disciplines is to clear away...

Research

By Cecilia Payne

O Universe, O Lover, I gave myself to thee

The Healing Time

By Pesha Gertler

Finally on my way to yes, I bump into all the places where I said no

I No Longer Pray

By Chelan Harkin

Now I drink dark chocolate and let the moon sing to me.

Figuring Forward in an Uncertain Universe

By Maria Popova

Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.

9:00 – FREE

A Hymn for Life

With Ben Bushill

The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.

Unbelief

By Andrew Colliver

Unbelief is good medicine.

Thealagie

By Shekhinah Mountainwater

In the beginning is Goddess

Creation and Destruction

By Monica Timbal

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Cannot Be Tought

For silence is not God, nor speaking

When Death Comes

By Mary Oliver

Senseless Perfection

By Maya Luna

God is a Mother

By Kaitlin Shetler

and with that sentence the world stops

For the Uses of Man

By John Muir

No dogma taught by the present civilization seems to form so insuperable...

In the Realm of the Passing Away

By Stephen Livine

All that exists does not for long.

Surrender

By Susan Donnelly

Give up the search for a path through this thick forest of life;

Subtle Sacraments

By Paul Swanson

Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?

The Age of Authenticity

By Maya Luna

We see the game. The jig is up.

18:00 – FREE

Poetry - SAND19 US

With Maya Luna

Every human being has a cross to bear.

Waiting for Santa

By Scott Kiloby

Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens

Sweet Darkness

By David Whyte

When your eyes are tired, the world is tired also

The Flower of Silence is Your Body

By Fred LaMotte

Dearest one, do not look for silence with the mind.

Advice to Myself

By Louise Erdrich

Leave the Dishes

Everything is Ecstasy

By Jack Kerouac

We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.