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In which language?

  In which language will you dance through pastures down to the bottom of the valley where the river runs under trees in dappled light? In which language will you dream of laughing with those you love while you chase … Continue reading

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Are you the man who brings wisdom to the world?

  I listened from afar to the words of one I liked. Eventually I came nearer and called out to him: Are you the man who brings wisdom to the world? I bring what I can, he said. Sometimes I … Continue reading

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Sun Square, Lancaster

  Mind, you and I, we work a lot together. We can enter you, and observe. We can go into a quiet little square, on a sunny lunchtime in any provincial town. People sit under parasols, by the café, and … Continue reading

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I listened one time to the voice of emptiness.

  I listened one time to the voice of emptiness: When you draw the curtains to open up the morning, and find only mist, remember that I am there. If you find yourself set down in a flat desert, where … Continue reading

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Target practice

  You stand at the butts, your bow in your hand, and feel the fear of missing the target rise strong within you. You come to a startling conclusion: if I do not shoot then I cannot miss. You put … Continue reading

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On Sundays

On Sundays On Sundays I usually try and open to God. Sometimes God nudges into me and I faintly sense the softening of love. Sometimes God spreads out before me, and I hesitate at the brink. Sometimes I stay closed, … Continue reading

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A cat and rabbit case

  The alarm was a high-pitched squealing that went on and on, piercing the morning. The victim was a half-grown rabbit that had strayed into our garden. The predator was our arthritic and ancient cat, showing that her killer instincts … Continue reading

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A nun told me

A nun told me a few years ago that when I listen to the sound of the bell the important thing to do is to keep listening to it as the sound fades away and transforms into silence, and then … Continue reading

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In the logic of my secret love for you

  In the logic of my secret love for you, I will wander the land, seeking out the places where I will not meet you, but maybe glimpse you from afar. In the half dark of a summer night I … Continue reading

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How far would you look?

  And if you knew that behind your greatest fear lay your greatest gift… would you search there? would you look? would you? How afraid are you of dying? Behind your fear, you know it’s going to happen. Could you … Continue reading

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How to enjoy the voices of contraction

  The voices of contraction may be very loud. Round the table, confusion reigns. In the democracy of your being, fear and neediness may carry the majority vote. Invite the Buddha to the table. He may say nothing, but his … Continue reading

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And this is what I saw

  And this is what I saw: on the far side of a busy road in Cricklewood, a young blind woman, walking along the pavement, long stick sweeping the ground in front, feeling her way through the morning. And this … Continue reading

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Randomlessness

  When I run regularly I bring breathlessness to my body. Over time, I have seen how my body changes in response. My lungs expand, my muscles grow, my metabolism has the capacity to speed up. I have understood that … Continue reading

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The sounds of raindrops on the window pane

The sounds of raindrops on the window pane come to me: random, brittle, persistent; the sounds of the oystercatcher, flying past in the rain, come to me, piping full of beauty and alarm; I love the shape of the sounds, … Continue reading

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In a garden in Amsterdam

Here in this garden in Amsterdam the grass has been grown in four strips, and single wildflowers emerge at intervals, splashes of colour amongst the green, a creative statement in any language. Here in this garden in Amsterdam two children … Continue reading

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Once you’re up…

In the Lakes, once you’ve made the effort of getting high, you might as well stay up there and enjoy it: take advantage of the views, the transcendent perspectives. They say ridge walking is the best kind of Lakes walking. … Continue reading

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Deep in Deepdale

My brown grey husk, my previous form, clings to the underside of the rock on the path. My new self has emerged from the shell of my old. I hang there, awkwardly, still holding on to the old me. My … Continue reading

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And three women sing

And three women sing in Threshthwaite Glen, standing on a hillock, near Pasture Beck, in a small circle, looking at each other, Raven Crag looming behind. The air vibrates with their soft voices, and the rocky sides of the valley … Continue reading

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How to enjoy an ancestor moment

  At an opportune moment, find a secluded spot in the woods. With a convenient stick, dig a neat hole in the soil. Rearrange your clothing appropriately and squat over the hole. Relax, and allow the food waste from the … Continue reading

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Not yet my scavenger friend

I came back from an early morning run through the fields, hot and tired and exhilarated with the work of it. I took off my running gear to cool down, and sat in the sun, and then in the breeze, … Continue reading

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