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No one would admit that they’d stolen my phone, so Manager threatened to call a juju priest to settle the issue spiritually.
By Blessing J. ChristopherJanuary 2022A certain brother went to Abbot Moses and asked him for a good word. And the elder said to him: Go, sit in your cell, and your cell will teach you everything.
By Robbie GambleJanuary 2022There was a value placed on listening as closely as possible to the mysterious silence that supports existence, which is both the actual silence of the desert landscape and the silence of the self in contemplation.
By Leath ToninoJanuary 2022One must find the source within one’s own Self, one must possess it. Everything else was seeking — a detour, error.
By Hermann HesseAugust 2021July 2021Is marijuana addictive? Yes, in the sense that most of the really pleasant things in life are worth endlessly repeating.
Richard Neville
In my dreams my mother keeps walking out of the kitchen singing, / You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. / She never sings past the first verse.
By Lisa DordalMay 2021May 2021What has been an ancient spiritual truth is now increasingly verified by science: We are all indivisibly part of one another. We share a common ancestry with everyone and everything alive on earth. The air we breathe contains atoms that have passed through the lungs of ancestors long dead. Our bodies are composed of the same elements created deep inside the furnaces of long-dead stars. We can look upon the face of anyone or anything around us and say — as a moral declaration and a spiritual, cosmological, and biological fact: You are a part of me I do not yet know.
Valarie Kaur
If I were God, I would make a world just like this one, where everyone comes raw and naked and dependent into it; where everyone enters bloody between the legs or through the cut belly of a woman; where nothing is for certain and there is so much to learn.
By Pat SchneiderNovember 2020Thursday, sad wet morning, / reading the Gospels on my way to work. / I’d been doing that all year: waiting for the bus / on the front stoop’s top step, / making my way to the same back seat
By Grady ChambersSeptember 2020I can’t see the virus, but I feel its seeds in me. I can’t see my faith, but I feel its seeds in me, too.
By Heather SellersJune 2020Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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