I’ve written a book!Though more truly,I’m holding a book in my hands—the same hands that typed the wordsnow resting between its covers.This book wanted to be written.It insisted on being born,then released into the world.I feel no claim of owne...

Do NOT Doubt!For in that instantone has left the seatof one’s centre,lost again in the endless corridorsof the seeking mind,each passage turning back on itself,none leading home.But DO Question!For subtle are the waysof the grasping mind,looking to...

Is there anything God cannot bear?Are there limits to the compassion Love can hold?Does Wisdom turn away from what it cannot fathom?Nothing is out of bounds.Rest in that vast, dimensionless, fully-aware space—emptiness alive with infinite potential...

Be careful what you bringto this moment.In our compulsiveself-absorptionand care-less-ness,we allow our casual moodsto colour—and even fog—the purity,the clarity,the simplicityof thisonly everonemoment.We have forgottenhow precious it is—this g...

You never expect it‘till it happens.Like an electronjumping to a new orbital,awareness—open and vast—sees the world afresh.Thoughts and feelings,pushes and pulls,arise in a new containergreater than my usual Me.My Me-nesshas expanded.No longer ...

There is a basic existential feararound the idea of surrender,as if one is being taken overby something other than oneself.The fear of the droplet of waterlosing itself in the ocean.It is another metaphorthat misleads.The dropletis alwaysjust the oce...

It is often quoted:“The deepest realisationis there is no other.”Recognising Awarenessas one’s source and living contextdoes indeed revealan underlying unity—a commonality so foundational,so interconnected,it dissolves the illusionof perfect ...

You are indestructible.Not impregnable like a fortress,but deeply vulnerable and exposed.Life will enfold youin its embrace.There is no escape.She will seduce youwith ecstatic highs—demolish youwith devastating lows.Bore you with listless ennui,exh...

I write not to resolvebut to celebrate.My words do not explain;they are enjoyment in ink.There is no strategy in verse—only surrender.Not an orgy of understanding,but a hymn of praise.This is not about working with God,but drowning in the flow.When...

Awareness,as I experience it,is One.And I Am it.Boundless, yet always centred here—the essence of presence,always present.Effortless.Choiceless.Is-ness.I-ness.The living mysteryof Being.I say:as I experience it—yet awareness is experience.Or more...

Like a bumblebeetracing a meandering paththrough the multiple blooms,cross-pollinating as she flies,my curious mindwanders the multiple fieldsof human endeavour—from the spiritually sublimeto the minutiae of science,and the mysteries of metaphysics...

In every moment,we journey out into the creationand return home to the source.Echoing the breath —in and out:in and out.We are a permeable membrane —an undulating threshold,a liminal space,where formless emerges into formand form dissolves back i...

Wordsare slippery.Use with caution:writing-speaking,reading-listening.When speakingof the unspeakable,they simply point—never describe.To the curious,they reveal wonder.To the grasping mind,they're another brickin the wall of separation.I often wri...

We flee our emptiness—terrified of being exposed:transparent, unprepared,nothing at all.We look anywherebut back at ourselves,fearful of what we might find,or not find.And how wonderful, then,to find that when we doturn around and gazebehind the sc...

In meditation— the great stillness, the great silence— a sense of return. A deep intimacy with the reservoir of everything, where infinity and eternity carry not overwhelm, but simplicity; not intimidation, but ...

When the compulsion to definethe experiencer,in fixed, non-negotiable terms,falls away,experience reveals itselfas multi-layered,no single element of whichis specifically who ‘I Am’.I am the dimensionlessineffable source of all arising—clear, p...

Everything IS,just the way it IS.A fact beyond knowing,believing, understanding,recognising.Recognition,Realisationchanges nothingfundamental,except finding a deep peacefrom awakeningfrom the dream.Awakening:swapping resistancefor acceptanceuntil eve...

We are storytellers.“Once upon a time”lulled us to sleep.“Just one more, Daddy.”We weave the talesthat write our unfolding.The world is vast,unstoppable—streaming through us.A story becomes a map.A guide.A trap.Like a princess in a tower,we...

We are told:the key to Freedomis Acceptanceof ‘Just This’,‘Right Now’..For me:it doesn’t quitecut the mustard—it’s dry,utilitarianand reeksmethod..True Freedomis falling intoenthusiasticembraceof whatever arises,a gleam of wonderin the ...

Awakeningis clear seeing—everythingjust as it is,including ourselves..It means noticingthe miasma of thoughtthat lulled usinto the dream..Even now,layers of subtletycan rock usback to sleep..It takesfierce attentionand profound humilityto piercethe...

Being Awakedoesn’t meanone instantlyhas all the answers..It’s just thatone stands inthe perfect placeto start looking..The need to knowis overwrittenby a gentle curiosityto live authentically..One is alreadythe answer tothe deepest questionby sim...

 In essence, each of us is a window. So clear, transparent, frameless and edgeless— we just don’t see it. Captivated by the view and entranced by its vivid aliveness, we see through ...