This twitter feed is a peek behind the scenes into the spiritual hacks and cheat codes that I will be publishing as a book based on my own explorations.
You bought the book.
Sat up all night reading it cover to cover.
Raging at the injustice of it all.
Weeping when the hero spurns his true love.
Waiting for it to end -- then broken-hearted when it does.
What a kerfuffle.
The dragon you hunt is the reflection in your mirror.
The chase ends when the hunter tires.
Fear melts into memory; the battle-cry becomes a song.
Once brothers in arms, now two hands of the same body.
In the stillness, the dragon and the seeker vanish - leaving only God.
Five fingers.
Six-string guitar.
Twelve-note octave.
The boundless silence provides the stage; the personality provides the song.
Why seek to be empty, when you were born to be the Music of the Spheres?
We pack our bags, setting out to seek joy.
Turning over leaves, shedding skin.
We pause for breath and linger for a while.
But look - is that joy that has appeared?
Let the body shake. It is only the old armor falling away.
The crowd clings to a dead yesterday and fears the ghost of tomorrow.
But you? You stand in the center of the storm.
When you follow the heart, the shaking is just the sound of the soul waking up.
We see perfection in the drift of a cloud.
We see the sacred in the butterfly’s wing.
Why do we bow to the winding stream,
Yet remain blind to the miracle in the mirror?
The One is looking at the One.
Energy emerging and collapsing.
Waves rising and falling - yet never leaving the ocean.
Flickering images on a television screen; the hero dies, but collects the Oscar.
Reality, magic, or illusion? It is all three, and it is none.