It’s been a while since I gave regular classes, but I’m considering informal gatherings in Oslo soon.

Some seeds beneath the earth
are dormant.

They fell the last time the cool air
turned the leaves
to gold.

Those seeds have different needs than we do;
let them go about their life
completely unharmed
by your views.

We have cracked open, we sensed
even beneath the earth -
the holy was near,

and are reaching up to know
and claim

as our

(St John of the Cross)

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Only I can undertake the journey that brings the soul home