I remember being in junior high school, standing on the trampoline in the gym. The first time I jumped down…
The Leading Edge of the Happiness Wave
I woke up with a leftover dream. I was holding this nut-shaped thing. Not a walnut exactly. It had a…
When the Voice in My Head Disappears
Most of the time my experience is flattened. Body sensations, mental narration, emotional tone, memory, anticipation — all blended into…
The Hourglass Within Freedom
I wake with tension already swirling—old echoes, new impressions, the pull of the day pressing in.I notice it all, but…
The Windows on the Mountain
I imagine I am meditating in a small, circular room. The walls feel close. The air feels tight. I am…
The Mirror and Happiness
The mirror does not need reflection to be reflective. Its surface exists, complete in its potential, whether or not anything…
The Place Where the Echo Lives
This morning I consider the space before I speak. Before the word forms, before breath carries it outward, there is…
Brooklyn A Key From Above
I am standing on the sidewalk in Brooklyn, on Amboy Street just down the corner from Pitkin Avenue, small enough…
Whirlpools of Mind
Sometimes I think about how memory and thought actually work in the mind. Most people assume that memories are stored…
Frequencies of Awareness
Am I moving through awareness or is awareness moving through me? Let me begin with the orchestra. When I listen…

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