Tag / meditation

    Loading posts...
  • Film Still from Ikiru

    Moment to Moment

    Yesterday, as I was walking down Spadina Street here in Toronto to meet someone, something within me started noticing my thoughts.

  • what is

    Writing on my balcony the other night under the moon and shadows, I felt anxious and wanted from the night something the night doesn’t usually bring. I sat there in the cricket…

  • Summer

    Sitting under a deep blue sky where the sun is rising, orange and pulsing, I find myself surrounded by a cloister of evergreens in the silence of seven in the morning. Nearby,…

  • PHOTOGRAPH: Loretto Maryholme Spirituality and Retreat Centre, Roches Point, March, 2012

    Saint Julian Press

    I am delighted to announce that Saint Julian Press has published a poem I wrote titled “Preparation” on their website Saint Julian Press is a new nonprofit imprint whose mission is to…

  • A Thousand Secrets

    “A thousand secrets are hidden in simply sitting still.” — Karlfried Graf Dürckheim A few weeks ago, my good friend Walt recommended Hara: The Vital Center of Man by the German diplomat, psychotherapist,…

  • The Empty Page

    Dropping the anchor, To try to find the middle ground. Down into the “I don’t know” rather than the forms. There is a hesitation. In the chest, a question is uncovered. Is…

  • To Be Bothered

    What does it mean to live within, and how do we approach this in the midst of the movement of life? What is taking place in me now within this vessel? Are…

  • Perception

    Here is a remarkable clip of a Zen Monk from the Documentary Baraka released in 1991. What is it in us that can perceive stillness or silence, particularly in the midst of…

  • Jack Kerouac, "Face of the Buddha," Pencil on Paper, 1958?

    Let It Rain

    Gurdjieff once said: “In the river of life suffering is not intentional. In conscious life suffering is intentional and of great value.” Setting all biases aside, I have been delving into the…

  • Lycurgus S. Glover, Winter Morning, Corner of Second and Canfield Avenues, Detroit 1905.

    Snow

    Snow. Watch how it falls, delicately and determined, blanketing everything in a slow silence. See how it covers the earth gently, flake by flake—collecting silently over the houses and the streets. People…