Essays and updates from the path. Written to illuminate the way.

Death & Rebirth

Death & Rebirth

What I have come to see is this: even death is not ultimate. What falls away is only form. The essence continues, reshaping itself into what has always existed. Life...

Death & Rebirth

What I have come to see is this: even death is not ultimate. What falls away is only form. The essence continues, reshaping itself into what has always existed. Life...

Expansion and Contraction

Expansion and Contraction

I have written of shattering, shadow, and stripping away, and the thresholds that undo us. But beneath those thresholds runs a rhythm older than any single story: contraction and expansion....

Expansion and Contraction

I have written of shattering, shadow, and stripping away, and the thresholds that undo us. But beneath those thresholds runs a rhythm older than any single story: contraction and expansion....

The Discovery of Presence

The Discovery of Presence

Within the illusion, we suffer. We believe our stories of loss and circumstance, and they are painful. The noise in our head threatens to overwhelm, the desire for safety or...

The Discovery of Presence

Within the illusion, we suffer. We believe our stories of loss and circumstance, and they are painful. The noise in our head threatens to overwhelm, the desire for safety or...

Thresholds: The Descent & Return

Thresholds: The Descent & Return

There is a pattern to the breaking. I did not see it at first — only the chaos, the terror, the unmaking. But now, as I look back through fragments...

Thresholds: The Descent & Return

There is a pattern to the breaking. I did not see it at first — only the chaos, the terror, the unmaking. But now, as I look back through fragments...

The Stripping Away of Everything Held Dear

The Stripping Away of Everything Held Dear

I am in it still. The eradication. The stripping away of everything held dear. Every illusion I held about who I was (strong, safe, capable, destined for this or that...

The Stripping Away of Everything Held Dear

I am in it still. The eradication. The stripping away of everything held dear. Every illusion I held about who I was (strong, safe, capable, destined for this or that...

At the Heart of Darkness

At the Heart of Darkness

Inside your mind, there is a place. It resists you seeing it, knowing it, until you crack open enough into truth that you must see this too as the condition....

At the Heart of Darkness

Inside your mind, there is a place. It resists you seeing it, knowing it, until you crack open enough into truth that you must see this too as the condition....