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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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