Some mishaps are fortunate some bring new revelations sometimes Grace intervenes, quite unexpectedly— Oh, Marvelous Grace!
the Beloved, a visitor who does not always knock when bringing a gift to a friend
some flowers bloom in winter by such a smile as that one
this boat, my boat—my self— this hole bore through love i thought i'd descend, die, swallowed alive but a Voice called out, just in time— "Brian, drink!"
I did then prayed going from myself "Sink, boat! Sink!"
One who imbibes such a sweet loss - even if bitter at first - prays to be submerged, forever, in that Ocean of Light
*brian k. wilcox, 'A Sweet Loss,' April 7, 2006
Would you consider it a loss to step out of a small, cramped cave with little sunlight into the open air with full sunlight? That is what happens when ego recedes and your True Self comes forward. You lose something, thankfully. The loss makes the gain possible. In that empty space, something comes forth - you. As Jesus says in the Gospels, "Those who lose their life shall find it." We do not lose Life; we lose our one little, isolated life. We experience our particularity like a brief bubble on the water. The self simply loses its centrality and assumes its place as a reflection of the one Presence. Our particularity is Spirit playing a unique role among other beings, each unique, too. We can choose. The options: the self playing with its toys in the muddy puddle, or the Self at-one, so in-Love, with the Ocean.
there's a wine and a wine i've been drinking one for many years - was here long before a vine was born - i still walk straight eyes not dancing dizzy the other wine a wine among wines it'll take your dignity away and get you even more lost and confused - choose the intoxication that renders you sober - if you drink the other i'm not saying it's wrong - but 'be careful!" - and don't substitute anything for the wine which opens the doors of the heart and leaves you clear-headed
*brian k wilcox, 'The First Wine,' October 14, 2026