When I ask if you have fallen out of love with me and you do not answer, I picture you holding a tin can up to your ear. I imagine a string tied to its middle as if it were a leash around the belly of a fat, silver worm. The string— an escaped vein—runs… Read More Telephone
Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody’s business. What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy. – Thomas Merton Amen.
I think a father’s job, when it’s done best, is to get down on both knees, lean over his children’s lives, and whisper, ‘Where do you want to go?’ Every day God invites us on the same kind of adventure. It’s not a trip where He sends us a rigid itinerary, He simply invites us.… Read More from “Love Does”
In the beginning, spirituality is a seeking practice. We seek peace, we seek joy, we seek wisdom, we seek awakening, we seek self betterment. Farther down the road, the realization comes that we already are the peace and joy and wisdom and awakening and self betterment that we seek. At that point, spirituality becomes what… Read More In the beginning, spirituality is a seeking practice
I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they… Read More from “I Want To Know You”
I. That’s how we can distinguish a man from a woman, or from ourselves: only in a moment of embrace. Judgment on bodies has already passed, they say that we are like any other, cock is a breast, balls another pair that swings like hands of a clock. Our stories have no listener; our stories… Read More Histories of Bodies
When you show yourself to the woman you love, you don’t know your fear is not fear, itself. You have never been good, but now you are so good, who are you? Is it the liquidity of her skin that bathes the world for you, or her face, captured like a she-lion in your own… Read More Excerpt from “Card 19: The Sun”