Tag Archives: Listening

And it was a beautiful day

Home is not a house; it’s the present moment.

If we are not present, we are not at home.

The prodigal son awakened in a pig barn. Stunning, to find oneself at home in a pig barn.

The art of listening

Listening is awareness without thought. Practically, this means not thinking while the person to whom I am listening is speaking.

Awareness without thought is a state of radical openness. Saints call it prayer. Secularists call it consciousness. (And really, aren’t labels useless?)

First, I am a space for you. Then we are a space for each other.

Words are not necessary for communication.

More words count less.

When we listen

In the pre-dawn the father holds the infant. She is asleep. He examines the whorl of hair at the top of her head. From it emerges a thousand-petalled lotus. In the stillness of the concentricity, this: “Do nothing. You are perfect. All is well.”