God is not something we receive. Truth is received. Grace is received. God is something we create to explain these great bestowings. It is the illusion of self that creates the illusion of giving and receiving. And it is the illusion of receiving that creates god. This illusion is the greatest work of art, and it is ours to create. As long as we know this, we will be at peace.
Square one is the best place to be. It’s where all the action starts.
What I thought was my strength is my weakness. What I thought was my weakness is my strength.
Sadhus are the hipsters of the spiritual world
“The truth can take care of itself. You don’t have to approach the truth with eyes lowered and gaze averted on bended knee; that’s how you approach bullshit, but the truth is so powerful that you can kick the tires, turn over the engine, check the odometer, and nobody is offended. Truth is real. It can stand the test.”
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?