The 60-Second Sabbath

sanctuary

  • Stained Glass

    The sanctuaryhas never glowedwith such cool beauty. The restored rainbow of western windowsburns with unnatural intensity,set ablaze by the setting sun. Fans swirl chill airover and around us.Awe is worship,is wonder. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading

  • Small and Cool

    The sanctuary,baked by the low, western sun,swelters. But meditation stills the body,and a stilled body cools–cools as the need to do evaporates,cools as only being is required. Cools.Stillness cools me.Coolness spreads to/from those around me,those who, like me,release into less.… Continue reading

  • Sanctuary

    There is no sanctuarywithout virtue. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • My Sacred Space

    Welcome! You have just enteredmy sacred space,my sanctuary,my holy of holies. Into my spaceyou bring your own opinions, dreams, fears,doubt, anger, wonder… So in a sense,my sacred space has now becomes yours as well.What happens when our sacred spaces mingle?What… Continue reading

  • A Room for the Night

    My neon flickers,but still reads VACANCY.I am a motel of emotions,hidden from the Interstate,found only when wandering back roads. Lost? Lonely?Low on funds?Leaning into your limits?There's a room for you–small, clean,with heat, hot water, genuine rest for the night. For those… Continue reading

  • Unlike the Dog

    Unlike the dog,who resents being crated for the night,I ease willinglyinto my four-poster,where metal trellis and faux vines frame me,and I am angel safe. From the four upper railshang talismans: a string of Tibetan prayer bells–tiny and tingling–scatter intentions; a… Continue reading

  • Sanctuary

    "Sanctuary!" I cry.A small door in an infinite wall opens.As the dark trees crowd behind me,I crawl through.The door creaks shut.Now I am an immigrant in the kingdom of the ineffable,small, grateful, safe. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk… Continue reading

  • Temple

    Imagine a temple dedicted to what we do not know, to what is beyond imagination, to the vastness beyond vastness (what you may call God). I would expect silence, because that is how I experience awe. The walls would be… Continue reading