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, January 14, 2017
Grace, unexpected
" grace ... may fall upon
.... us anytime, ....
it has no rules, you see?
Some don't get it, after
rituals, ... vigils: ....
others asleep,
.... it hits suddenly! "
- Baba
Sheikh Farid
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There we are
Working so hard,
Reading holy books
Praying
Participating in rituals
And
Frankly
We don’t feel a thing
Ok, self righteous perhaps
But for the most part it is business as usually
There we are trying so hard
Going to places of great beauty
Mountain tops
Deep forests
Beaching painted with gold at the sun set
Oh its nice
But grace does not strike
There we are
Its just an ordinary day
The sun came up
The chores were done
We went to work
Then in the most mundane of moments
Grace falls
in some ordinary moment we know
Sacred is there
We are loved
It will be
OK
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