Image is a color photography of a hand holding a heart-shaped piece of clear glass in front of a sunset by the ocean.
What sacred treasure lies in the hidden places of your heart? ***************************** There is a secret temple in your heart, longing to be discovered. Pulsing in and around you always.
Curiosity and courage are map and key. Open the door and greet your Self.
Invite the beauty of existence to fill you with its light radiating everywhere, until the Truth of Universe and Self as One bursts through the temple walls.
Sings it song for all to hear, Or whispers just to you. Calling you to dance, and laugh, or to rest awhile in quiet splendor. ~Adele Satori, 14 March 2026
Image shows a pastel drawing of an ocean beach. There are waves coming to shore. On the right is a large boulder, with a yellow sun just to the left of the boulder.
Consider all the pain and all the pleasure You have ever experienced As waves on a very deep ocean which you are.
From the depths, witness those waves, Rolling along so bravely, always changing, Beautiful in their self-sustaining power.
Marvel that once, you identified with Only the surface of this ocean. Now embrace waves, depths, undersea mountains, Out to the farthest shore. ~Insight verse 136, “The Radiance Sutras”, Lorin Roche, PhD. ************************************************************ The image I drew in a recent Playing With Creativity and Meditation class that my friend Andrea Abrahamson and I co-teach at the online Radiance Sutras School of Meditation. It was her turn to facilitate, and the theme was travel.
Going into the meditation, we were invited to attune to our senses. I live on a really busy street, and the ebb and flow of traffic began to sound like ocean waves to me. I could see the image I drew so clearly, so out it came. As I worked with the pastels, my fingers blending the colours together also sounded like the ocean to me, so I played with that… moving my hand and much of my body, creating the sound of the ocean. The movement of waves. The tingling of my fingers reminded me a little of the sharp tingling of sand under my bare feet.
It’s my favourite little beach in Pacific Palisades, and is still closed after the January fires. I looked at the satellite map recently, tracing the route down the twists and turns down Sunset Blvd. that I’ve enjoyed driving. So much is gone; I’m not sure when I’ll have the heart to make the drive again. It’s so wonderful to have the memory of it, and now this image, as one of my doorways into meditation.
The roar of joy that set the worlds in motion Is reverberating in your body And the space between all bodies. Beloved, listen.
Find that exuberant vibration Rising new in every moment, Humming in your secret places, Resounding through the channels of delight. Know you are flooded by it always.
Float with the sound. Melt with it into divine silence. The sacred power of space will carry you Into the dancing radiant emptiness That is the source of all. The ocean of sound is inviting you Into its spacious embrace, Calling you home.
Image shows a rippling sunlit pool of water surrounded by rocks and ferns.
I started as expected. The Way it is done. Eyes closed. Hands folded just so. Then I felt my bones pressing into the stone seat. A blade of grass Tickled my foot.
My eyes opened. I watched bees gather at the waters edge to share a drink and talk of sweetest flowers.
Two butterflies dared each other on invisible currents.
Bird landed, flitted and chirped.
A rock leaned over to talk to a tree.
Tree curve echoed the curve of the creek.
And I knew.
It is every bit as much a prayer, being part of things as they unfold, As to sit. As expected. The Way it is done. Eyes closed. Hands folded just so.
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