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 … More

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 … More

The mirror does not need reflection to be reflective. Its surface exists, complete in its potential, whether or not anything … More

This morning I consider the space before I speak. Before the word forms, before breath carries it outward, there is … More

I am standing on the sidewalk in Brooklyn, on Amboy Street just down the corner from Pitkin Avenue, small enough … More

Sometimes I think about how memory and thought actually work in the mind. Most people assume that memories are stored … More

Am I moving through awareness or is awareness moving through me? Let me begin with the orchestra. When I listen … More

There’s a tree planted on the property line between two houses. Its roots draw from the same soil. Its trunk … More

I began by noticing something very simple. Before I form a sentence in my mind, something is already moving. There … More

I imagine shrink wrap—the kind used in shipping, where all the air has been pulled out. Whatever is inside is … More