Random is the instant a horse at full speed has all four hooves off the ground. This is the original meaning of the word. It refers to the mystery of unbridled passion, to the lift that results from total immersion and surrender. In our age, however, random means...
“So long as you haven’t experienced this: to die and so to grow, you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.” Goethe To die is not a bad thing. Cells die every day. Paradoxically, it is how the body lives. Casings shed. Coverings fall away. New growth appears. It...
Beneath what I try to see is all I need. It was years ago, but I remember it clearly. I was walking along the shore of a lake in the middle of the day, and there in the sun, a good ten yards out, was a duck curled into itself, asleep. With its slick tufted...
A river doesn’t hold all the water that passes through it. In our journey through time, we all struggle constantly with what to bring along and what to leave behind. It feels so hard to throw anything away, but if we don’t, we will drown underneath a weight of our...
We are born with this need to cry our naked cry inside each other. We are so shy about our sexuality that we often miss the quiet teachings that over come us in moments of true intimacy. The deep intensity of sensitivity during orgasm, for instance, is a sweet...
