Author Archives: Sean

But all this is silliness. I enjoy being outdoors in the morning listening to birds. I enjoy the light of dawn: its shy secretive blue, its slow but steady reveal of the world. I love coffee, even bad coffee. No more than all this! And no less either. No mysteries. No secrets. Just this. ThisContinue reading “Birds, Coffee and Void: Last Thoughts”

Less poetically. Less biographically. As a matter of experience – lived experience prior to settling into this or that language or mode of expression (science, philosophy, advaita, historical et cetera et cetera et cetera) – what happens when you listen to the birds and to the silence in which their song appears? As an exercise,Continue reading “Listening to Birds with Jesus in the Void”

In the morning I take my coffee to the barn and sit on a bale of hay. It is still dark though eastern hills bleed pale light. Mid-April but still cold enough to button the old flannel overshirt my father wore. Pull the purple wool cap Chrisoula made down over my ears. Sit shivering inContinue reading “Coffee and Chores in the Void”