The pristinely clear and cold stream flows by at my feet, its brown and reddish stones burnished by the fresh current and glistening in the sunlight. A woodland hawk soars…
consciousness
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The cornerstone of tribal mentality is the self. When humans were at an early stage of development, the self, like the tribe, was apparently inevitable. But in the modern world,…
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After a half hour sitting beside the stream on an overcast morning before a predicted storm, the light suddenly changes. The skies become almost white in their grayness, and a…
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Overhanging the gorge are great angular outcroppings of volcanic rock–solid and sharp edged extrusions protruding from the gently sloping grasslands behind them. Some have huge slabs balanced on top, looking…
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Sometimes I pass these words stenciled in the center of the park road by some cynical philosopher: “Nature is wrong.” The words are fading away, which brings a smile. Nature…
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A counter-sunset over the canyon and above the cliffs suffuses the sky with great swaths of soft color, fading fast. Standing and turning around after a long meditation overlooking the…
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For many years I’ve asked, what will it take to change the disastrous course of humankind? Clearly an explosion of insight is required. Just as clearly, no single group of…
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A woodpecker lands across the stream shortly after I arrive. I’ve never seen one drinking at the water’s edge before. Something about the late afternoon light, the rippling water, the…