Monday is Market Day
Barry thought he may still have vestiges of visual memory, although ‘memory’ didn’t seem the right word for what had survived from his first...
Author Archives: Michael Gray
Before He Knows it
Words can evoke comforting feelings even if we don’t have a clear sense of what they mean. They can evoke the possibility of a...
A Pure World
“In this pure world, there is no sense of loss and of complicity in loss.” Dynamics of Time and Space, by Tarthang Tulku. This...
A Missing Piece Shows up
Jonathan now remembered his given name, Ahat-Ohal-Kum; as gradually the dormant fields of his ancient lineage—his eons of engagement on uncounted worlds—began to ebb...
A Rudderless Child
Jonathan quickly excused himself from his new psychic friend, promising that he would return as soon as he insured that the boat was secure,...
How to Build a Home
There are at least two ways to enter the field of imagination so that something can unfurl its wings there. We can develop a...
A Long-Ago Memory
I felt the vibration of the ship’s engines through the deckchair arms and through the railing against which I was leaning. Without taking my...
Let me Count the Ways
Let me count the ways in which the world eludes enumeration and understanding. Trying to hold a steady image feels like peering into a...
One Truth too Many
For the past several centuries, I have become lackadaisical about maintaining my cover. Once it became clear that I had to move to a...
Denial: Not just a River in Egypt
When we are incredulous at what others believe, because for us the ‘facts’ are clear and unambiguous, we probably aren’t in touch with the...