Looking at Myself

When I meditate, I look at myself. I watch myself breathe, sit, listen. So who is the one breathing, sitting, listening? Who is the one watching all this? I realize that I am neither the doer nor the watcher. I am the one who contains both the watcher and the doer. I exist somewhere else in another place, in another home, of which all this is but a small part.

We are each so small and so large, so near and so far. No/thing contains us, and we contain all that is.  We are right next to ourselves, yet an eternity away. We are bodies and DNA scrolls crossing space and time, conveying new stories as we compose poetry in energy, condensing and scattering, then reformulating ourselves in new patterns and structures, like a living kaleidoscope.

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Genesis

Genesis is the story of flawed characters just like us.

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Sacred Stories

Our lives are sacred stories. We are here to tell them and inspire others.

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Each of Our Lives is a Sacred Story

Each of our lives is a sacred story. Learn how to tell it so that others may learn.

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Our Lives as Sacred Stories

Each of our lives is a sacred story. Learn how to tell it so that others may learn.

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Dreams

Dreams tell a hidden story.

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Dreams are Stories

Dreams are stories that lead us deeper into ourselves.

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Time and Space

What is time? A device to create a story. What is space? A device to give the story a home.

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Our Lives as Sacred Stories

Each of our lives is a new story to add to the book of Genesis.

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Search Your Core

Search your core. There you will find genuine stories.

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Our Bodes Are Texts

Our bodies are texts in which we write the stories of our lives.

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