This story appears in the book Toward an Interior Sun: Awakening by a Master, and the Difficult Journey toward Discipleship....
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Writer/artist/musician still teaching preschool in SF bay area, Max Reif is the author of TOWARD AN INTERIOR SUN, a book of stories published by The Mindful Word; a book of poetry called Journey from Here to HERE; and a CD of songs, "The Wake-Up Man," dedicated to his Spiritual Guide, Meher Baba. He has been writing for The Mindful Word for around 5 years.
This story appears in the book Toward an Interior Sun: Awakening by a Master, and the Difficult Journey toward Discipleship....
Had things come to this, that the destiny of the nation and world were being decided in gladiatorial combat, one on one? It seemed they had. I trembled at the pressure my knight must feel ..
It's been some time now since the committee got rid of me! Every morning, when I wake up, my first thought is, "I'm a martyr for the cause!" But then it takes me some time to remember what the cause is.
It all comes over me in a little while, like a suit of clothes: what I was fighting for, who were my friends and my enemies, what they did to me. Then I spend the rest of the day thinking about the past...
I always feel slightly cowed when I hear a wise or inspired person invoke dance metaphors to describe the essence of life well-lived, because basically, my feet usually...
For a long time I didn't know her name, the pretty girl who'd come to our school in the fall of '61. I'd never heard her talk, either, and I imagined that she came from France. She wore her hair in shiny, brown curls. My favourite outfit of hers was a knee-length, form-fitting blue skirt combined with a pink blouse that accentuated her curves nicely.
A couple months after school started, my friend Ralph Frey took her to a party at our social club, the Achim—the Hebrew...
This piece was brought about by a 34-post thread on my Profile Page responding to my initial question, "Is it possible, living in a candy store, to give up not only eating candy, but wanting candy?"...
The word Holy had lost its way. It was speaking on a soapbox in the park. People passed by, oblivious. A few stopped to gawk or jeer. Only one little boy stood listening, enrapt...
Americans know Denny’s, the chain of so-so diners that in many areas are the only places to go after a night of carousing or, conversely, upon very early rising, as the only places open all night...
I was shutting down my laptop at Starbucks a little while ago before coming here to the Library, and as I did so a mildly spiky-haired blonde young man said to me, "Oh, you're on Facebook, good!"...
In college I never understood poetry. Certain distant acquaintances walked around in what appeared to be some sort of haze. People spoke of them, with awe, as poets. I didn’t grasp their poetry...
Born into a reformed Jewish family and growing up in a suburb of St. Louis in the 1950s, my first memory connected with Christ was my dawning awareness, in...
(.........aug26) The River of Ordinary Moments Because living is a river of...
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