What follows is an homage to Rumi and Kabir -- my fantasy of how the two of them might have spent an evening, in a bowling alley, knocking back some brewskis, if they were alive today.

How can we hope to perfect that consummate selfishness to merge with "one" if we can't first practice that with other humans? Why should we even be qualified to receive to the peace, love, mercy and grace of God, if we cannot even be that for the other?

As we end the year, and Thanksgiving approaches this is a good time for taking stock. Who has made a difference in your life? Have you been able to make a difference in someone else's life?

You're born naked and you leave the same way. Can't take it with you, chief. And if the economic crisis of the past year has taught us anything, it's "easy come, easy go." You can't own stuff.

Instead of trying to get something from your practice, use your yoga or your meditation to practice expressing how you see and value yourself.

What did my generation do? I see all this anger and sorrow in the neighborhood. I can't help but stare.