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.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Feels like home
You are a spiritual being in human form
Sometimes you simply desire to connect with a soul
Who feels like home
Unknown
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we are all precious souls
the fact that we are souls may be well hidden at times
the fact that we are precious?
at times damn near invisible
we get tired
and cranky
we say things we regret
we get scared
and thus hateful
sometimes it seems as though all we are
is the human hulk
that the soul has left the building
but this condition is not terminal
a sunrise can fix it
so can a cat in a lap
or a dog, sleeping on one’s feet
so can a walk down a dusty road
in the shadow of the mountain
we are precious souls
all of us
we can find ourselves in the world of the lost
in the touch of Sacred love
and in the presence
of all those other souls
we meet
each day
in every place
every moment, they come
they come in every color
every shape
every size
every persuasion
every orientation
they may not look much like souls
perhaps
but in there
behind the pretension and the anger
a soul lives
and breaths
and sometimes
if we take the time
if we are patient
there are souls
which feel
like
home
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