Minute Meditations

Day after day we are met by the same silent awareness in the sunlight and the sudden wind.

Do not squander this day, say the mystics. Leave being right behind you, let it go, let it go, let it go. Return to Love.

Hold a space in your heart for the world. We’re all ancestors of future generations who hope we’ll build the fire that can be seen in the distance.

Time speeds by, one event falling into another. I see this now.

Whatever we hear, but also whatever we see, taste, touch, or smell, vibrates deep down with God’s song.

Poverty exists first in the heart, or it doesn’t exist at all.