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.
Monday, July 11, 2016
Love grows
With love your inner voice will find a tongue
growing like a silent white lily in the heart.
Rumi
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if the boundless One is love
and Sacred Presence is our
the more we are awake to Sacred
the more awake we are to love
there in that deepest place
where Sacred and Self communion
love will grow
and blossom
and find a voice
through the look in our eyes
the work of our hands
the compassion in our words
and our feet will take us
into those places
where the voice of love
most needs to be heard
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