Morning Puja

Early morning sheen of blue grey greens, luminous, still. You are sitting, broadening into the welcome of day. It has rained through the night. Wet and warm, your body softens and spreads in the slow chant of crickets. The unhurried single repetition of a waking thrush. The densifying tapestry of feathered voices and releasing muscles, … Continue reading Morning Puja

A Cubic Metre of Air –a few breaths in the life of a mystic scientist –

This short piece was originally written in July 1999.  It may give you a fresh sense of possibility for breathing meditation. I look into the air and see right through it.  I move my body and feel invisible pressures, waftings of liquid presence, pressing round with no gaps or spaces.  Looking opens to knowing this … Continue reading A Cubic Metre of Air –a few breaths in the life of a mystic scientist –