Early one morning, I dream I am in India. The fragrance of pungent incense is suspended in the heavy, moist air, mixed with the unforgettable smell of rich earth. I am walking through a small village, between simple dwellings, held together with clay baked walls and dry grass roofs. Heat presses in, holding me still, centered in every movement.
Looking down, I see bare, brown feet, stepping out from under my long, orange robe. Villagers passing by, bring their hands together in silent greeting and bow. I greet them with the same pranam, bowing to the light.
It used to be, in these dreams of mine, I would be looking for one of my Teachers. Now, there's no need. We are looking through the same eyes.
Early one morning, in my dream in India, I am Father Bede Griffiths. I make a promise to read a little about his life and discover what He wants to tell me.
He who is dreaming new insights into my world and I into His.
The same One.
When you pour your tea, There are a thousand eyes, Watching the moon, Praying for answers. Invite those eyes, To sit awhile...
Exquisite, powerful and beautiful
The ocean was calling out through the night. Each crashing wave pulled me further in, until all that remained was silence. These gifts...
The heart is at peace with the beauty of Now. The mind always searches for more. TRUE ALIGNMENT