Archive for February, 2014

The Karmic Merry-Go-Round

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My spiritual teacher, Rudi told me many years ago:  “You never serve people, just God.”

The flighty, flimsy, unstable nature of people is like water flowing through one’s hands.  You never know from day to day whether they love you or hate you.  It’s the same emotion twisted into many different shapes.

The only stable relationship we have on earth is with God, but we’re blinded by mental, emotional and sexual needs and we think external entities are going to fill them. ...

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The Exhibition…

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Augustine grappled with a prose poem he’d been writing. He tried to create a collage of images, some connected, others not, but all part of a dream sequence that revealed discordant elements he’d seen while walking on the streets of New York City. More dreamlike than practical, he pushed the limits of his talent to bring it together. He finally decided that his vision could be more appropriately painted on canvas than written on paper. He had wracked his thoughts ...

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Feb 10, 2014— Every human being is locked in one kind of prison or another…

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My spiritual practice has created opportunities for me to teach meditation in the prison system of the United States – in places where inmates can’t escape the dreadful reality of day-to day living.  There’s nowhere for them to run and hide.  Something must be done every day to transform a nightmarish world into a life of value.

This has brought up numerous other thoughts: almost every human being is locked in one kind of prison or another.  Whether it’s a mental ...

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No Good to Anyone, Any more.

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Augustine and his girlfriend Neila were sitting together at the rim of the Washington Square fountain. It was noon.

“I’ve been in an old age home since nine o’clock this morning,” Neila said to Augustine.  “My acting teacher wants me to study the habits of old people for a scene.”

She had spent two and one half-hours talking to eighty and ninety year old patients, to geriatric counselors and psychiatrists.  She didn’t learn much, till an old lady named Mrs. Steinbach, told ...

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Feb 5. 2014

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It’s a quiet day, a snowy day, and white on white surrounds my house, and reminds me that there’s just as much to discover in solitude as in the noise of city living.  Every person I love lives in my heart; and then there are those who I haven’t had the pleasure to meet as yet, and those who have given me trouble in my life; and in the deep solitude of a snowy day, they all find a place ...

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