teachings of a modern spiritual adept
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Bite size teachings across 30 years.

For 30 years t.k. has offered radical spiritual teachings on the divine nature of non-dual contemplation and realization. Enlightened mind here and now, born from this culture, addressing the issues of this time and place t.k. offers transmission through countless forms - words being one of them. Here are some short pieces from his teachings over the last 30 years.

Deep down inside the seed knows it was made to break open, die into plant. flower. fragrance. The human being is a seed.

Deep down inside is a restlessness greater than any desire for things. the glass jar of treason breaks open into Silence and greening spills out all over the earth.

Every moment whispers this invitation. Heart responds with a question ‘How do you become ready?’

There is a book already written inside you. Every page and word completed before your parents ever met. Some of its pages hold sunlight others tell stories of heartbreak. On one page an unwed mother holds a baby in her arms ..… Christ right there behind your breastbone. On another page General Patton leads the Tennessee Maneuvers.

Now comes you and there are decisions to be made. Those pages are not made of things and times but of lines and light dreamed into moments. You are the dreamer. What you call birth is a falling asleep. What you call death is a waking up into sunlight.; what passes for understandings in this realm are the mad musings of a Heyoka.

You fall asleep in this dream called waking and dream you are in Istanbul but your body has never left Pittsburgh. In Istanbul you run a produce store. You haggle over the price of oranges, you fret over this months bills. Now worry has a hold of you and you can’t sleep. But there you are in bed sleeping.

Something disturbs your sleep. Coming awake in a groggy state you feel peevish that you were awakened … but look! Where are your worries now? Something disturbed your sleep; thank it! Now look at this waking-sleep body. What you call flesh is the tallow of a molded candle. What you call spirit is a wick waiting to be set afire.

In your dream someone whispers: “What is the name of that secret that could hold the sky?” the wind replies “Innocence.

A deeper question is ‘How do you become ready?

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