I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Presence is only the beginning
The attainment of the realization of the Divine
Presence as world
is just the beginning of spiritual life.
Beatrice
Bruteau
____________________________
the smoke hangs heavy in the air
heat
fire
scorched hills
unrelenting dryness
somewhere
beyond
gray and brown
the mountain still soars
somewhere
the sun rises
but on this morning
on this day
even the sun struggles
to rise
ah Sacred one
there are times
when I seek to be present to your presence
in the scorched wilderness
some days
it seems as if the sun will never rise
and then
suddenly
you are there
I am present to the presence
sometimes clear
sometimes muted
but always the sun rises
and that is only the beginning
that is where the real story
begins
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment