Immortal Diamond Course

In this search for your True Self you come to realize you are not so much seeking it, as it has been seeking you. Love has been infusing you along toward wholeness and creating more and more space for you to see that your life is about love. The freedom of giving and receiving love is yours, and has been all along.

• Father Richard Rohr in the Course

More a Verb Than a Noun

The resolution comes in the Trinity, the outpouring of love in one direction. This is the Mystery of God who is always beyond any concept we can imagine. The mind cannot capture the Trinity, for the Divine can only be known in relationship. God is relationship itself: "Christians believe that God is formlessness (the Father),

Father Richard Rohr describes the “eagerness to love” that characterized the life and spirituality of St. Francis of Assisi (1182–1226): 

If our only goal is to love, there is no such thing as failure. Francis of Assisi succeeded in living in a single-hearted way, in which his only goal was to love. This intense eagerness to love made his whole

“Managed” Religion, which somehow needs to create co-dependency (“learned
helplessness”) among its members, preferred to emphasize “original sin” instead.
This has kept us united but disempowered in inferiority instead of empowered and
united by dignity—which is our only real future. The negative result, however, has
been the immense self doubt, guilt

The initial basis for that inherent dignity is found in the beginnings of the book
of Genesis, where it says that human persons are actually created in the “image and likeness” of God (1:27)! I always say that, if we really believed it, we could save most people $10,000 in therapy bills! The Judeo-Christian tradition thus begins on an extremely posi

Tilicho Lake by David Whyte

In this high place

it is as simple as this,

Leave everything you know behind.

Step toward the cold surface,

say the old prayer of rough love

and open both arms.

Those who come with empty hands

will stare into the lake astonished,

there, in the cold light

reflecting pure snow,

the true shape of your own face.

That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-

Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.

Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,

Shivelights and s