A Mindful Life

The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old. –Christopher Morley, To a Child

“Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.” – Alexander Pope

Genuine prayer is an event in which man surpasses himself. Man hardly comprehends what is coming to pass. Its beginning lies on this side of the word, but the end lies beyond all words. What is happening is not always brought about by the power of man. At times all we do is to utter [...]

In asserting: God* exists, we merely bring down overpowering reality to the level of thought. Our belief is but an afterthought. The transition from obliviousness to an awareness of God, is not a leap over a missing link in a syllogism but a retreat, giving up premises rather than adding one. –Abraham Joshua Heschel *or [...]

One ought to enter old age the way one enters the senior year at a university, in exciting anticipation of consummation. Rich in perspective, experienced in failure, the person advanced in years is capable of shedding prejudices and the fever of vested interests. He does not see anymore in every fellow man a person who [...]

Awe is an intuition for the dignity of all things, a realization that things not only are what they are but also stand, however remotely, for something supreme. Awe is a sense for the transcendence, for the reference everywhere to mystery beyond all things. It enables us to perceive in the world intimations of the [...]

Old age is something we are all anxious to attain. However, once attained we consider it a defeat, a form of capital punishment. In enabling us to reach old age, medical science may think is has given us a blessing; however, we continue to act as if it were a disease. More money and time [...]

To become aware of the ineffable is to part company with words. …The tangent to the curve of human experience lies beyond the limits of language. The world of things we perceive is but a veil. Its flutter is music, its ornament science, but what it conceals is inscrutable. Its silence remains unbroken; no words [...]

“When you have completed 95 percent of your journey, you are only halfway there.” – Japanese Proverb