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.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
No escape
Resist your temptation to lie
By speaking of separation from God,
Otherwise,
We might have to medicate
You.
In the ocean
A lot goes on beneath your eyes.
Listen,
They have clinics there too
For the insane
Who persist in saying things like:
"I am independent from the
Sea,
God is not always around
Gently
Pressing against
My body."
From: 'The Gift'
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
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There are times we think
That we are all alone
We stumbling through a day, a week
A month, a year
A life
Thinking that we are connected to no one
We do not have a love
Perhaps not even friends
And we walk alone
But we are never alone
All around us
In the sky the earth
In the sun the moon
In the breeze
Is Sacred
All through us
In our mind, with its incessant crazy chatter
In our heart, sometimes aching and wounded
In our soul, in that deep place
Where we are
Who we really are
Is Sacred
God is touching
No
God is embracing us
Every moment
We cannot
escape
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