Friday, June 4, 2010


Right now I do not feel moved to write anything about anything. I am going to honor this and for the time being allow this Daily Intent blog to be complete. Thank you for reading. I have enjoyed writing it.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


We humans have a funny relationship with space. We don't really like it. From the moment we are born we spend almost our whole experience trying to fill it up. The more we try to fill it up, the emptier we feel. The more we allow it to be, the fuller everything becomes.

As soon as we become aware of space, we fill it. We fill it with movement, thought, and emotion. As soon as we become aware of space, we add to it. We just cannot leave it alone. We do not recognize the right of space to be empty. We think our job is to change it. We fill it with the endless array of objects we manufacture, with opinions, and with feelings we assume necessary.

We react toward space as if it is broken, as if it needs to be fixed, as if its natural state is to be filled with anything except what it is.

We so misidentify with space that we believe it is 'out there'. We are immersed in space but we still think we have to build rockets to explore it. We are immersed in space but we still think we have to build microscopes and telescopes to see it properly. We attempt to dissect it into known particles so we can understand and control it. We think if we can change it we will accomplish something. We try to blow it up to make it more useful.

For some reason we do not like the feeling of space. We are like fish swimming around who'd rather be dry. We are at war with what we are in, and so we are at war with what we are.

Space cannot be defeated because it is not trying to win.

We, and everything that is and is not, swim in space. Space provides everything room to be. Space contains us just as we do it.

By allowing everything to be apart, space holds everything together in its perfect place. By allowing everything to be a part, space enables everything to be of the whole.

Space may well be called 'the final frontier', because although we can never be empty of it, we have yet to consciously let it in. When we are at peace with space, we are peaceful.

Space is graceful. Space is grace. It accomplishes everything without saying or doing anything. Not a corner or nook or cranny of all creation lies outside its embrace. Without taking credit, it holds all life. It holds life so humbly that its service is invisible.

As we consciously reenter a felt-awareness of space, and allow it to be, and love it as the cradle of everything, we relax, open, and expand.

Space is peaceful. We are full of space. Space is full of us. Space comes in peace.

Dearest beautiful, tender, loving, endless space ... thank you.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Peace only surfaces as a felt-experience when we stop manipulating our experience. When all manipulation behaviors cease there is space, openness, no end being aimed for - simply awareness riding the currents we call living. But the moment one muscle, thought, or emotion is manipulated - the experience tenses and all sense of peacefulness evaporates.

Ceasing manipulation does not mean no action unfolds. Action is still flowing freely as an expression of awareness, but as a listening, watching participation. Awareness loves to move. Awareness is curious. But when we manipulate it we are ‘moving awareness’, as opposed to ‘being moved by it’. We are deliberately moving it because we cannot be with where it already is. We are trying to steer it into something else - we have assumed another destination. We are living in the land of 'elsewhere'. Then there is no rest. There is only rest here, now, in this.

Manipulation is fighting awareness. Fighting awareness is exhausting - it is same as being at war with ourselves. Fighting awareness sickens us. Awareness has its own rhythm, its own way of getting things done, and its way cannot be understood or formularized. Awareness is peaceful when watched and listened to, and when followed without manipulation. Then there is still movement, motion, stillness, and activity. But this momentum is ‘a response to the innate curious intelligence of awareness’, not ‘an attempt to use thinking to control and dictate it’.

The challenge is being able to recognize awareness apart from the babbling of the mental body. Once we recognize awareness in a way we are able to allow it to move freely, an immediate felt-experience of peacefulness returns. This is because awareness is peaceful. Even in the midst of vast activity, awareness is peaceful, present, watching, listening, participating through curiosity, devotedly following the mysterious dance we call living.