Stephen Levine

Meng’s mountain by Stephen Levine

Meng’s mountain by Stephen Levine

Meng’s mountain by Stephen Levine Breathing out I approach the mountain Breathing in the mountain approaches me. Following the barely visible trail through evolution, following the Milky Way across the top of the skull into the star field at the back of the mind, pressing forward as sudden wo... »

In the realm of the passing away by Stephen Levine

In the realm of the passing away by Stephen Levine

In the realm of the passing away by Stephen Levine This is the realm of the passing away. All that exists does not for long. Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding toward the edge of eternity. Form arises from formlessness and passes back, arising and dissolving in a few dance steps bet... »

Trust Your Vision by Stephen Levine

Trust Your Vision by Stephen Levine

Trust Your Vision by Stephen Levine Trust your vision make it whole hold it like the Navajo his solemn desert oracle in quest of shaman passage gaining his healing chant guiding him through life. Hold the vision constantly rising it is the way nature works through you it is the only self an evercha... »

Hatching dragonflies by Stephen Levine

Hatching dragonflies by Stephen Levine

Hatching dragonflies by Stephen Levine Sunspots are lily pads, Buddha a dragonfly. Remember the first time your heart froze it was a hell of a day but nonetheless dragonflies were hatching Hits: 4 »

Millennium Blessing by Stephen Levine

Millennium Blessing by Stephen Levine

Millennium Blessing by Stephen Levine There is a grace approaching that we shun as much as death, it is the completion of our birth. It does not come in time, but in timelessness when the mind sinks into the heart and we remember. It is an insistent grace that draws us to the edge and beckons us to... »

Half life by Stephen Levine

Half life by Stephen Levine

Half life by Stephen Levine We walk through half our life as if it were a fever dream barely touching the ground our eyes half open our heart half closed. Not half knowing who we are we watch the ghost of us drift from room to room through friends and lovers never quite as real as advertised. Not s... »