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Monday, March 29, 2021

It's all about union

Moments of prayer are moments of union… the first prayer is the sigh of the soul.

                     Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee Prayer of the Heart

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they seem so inadequate

the words, the images we use for

that something beyond ourselves

 

for that reality that gives life

forms life

for that loving presence that is woven into everything

everyone

 

impelled by my sense of separation

I seek to somehow define and capture

that which like the wind

or the mist of the morning

cannot be contained

 

the words tumble from my heart and mouth

God

Father

Mother

Spirit

Beloved

 

and yet the moment the sighs of my heart

are formed into words

this Other is diminished

 

made smaller

made into something, someone I can grasp

 

and perhaps that is the problem

that which is woven into the very fabric of everything

into infinity and beyond

that which is present in every living creatures

even those creatures we call human

 

becomes separate, localized

even, perhaps

“ours”

something, someone we claim as belonging to us (but not to them)

something, someone that divides

as we use our different names, our different images

 

then we no longer see this reality

that perhaps can best be called Love

in the sunrise and sunset

it the mountains and valley

rivers and streams

the animals and birds

 

the earth becomes merely clay

merely something to be used and abused

not the self-expression of Love

 

then we no longer see Sacred in each person we meet

no matter their color

no matter their language or culture

no matter their creed

 

we cannot see Sacred in the short person

the tall person

the left-handed person

the LGBTQI person

 

not even, sometimes, if they speak the same words as us

 

if we would know that in which we live

and breathe, and have our being

 

we must move to union

we must move, somehow beyond words

into that place where everything melts and merges

and we move beyond duality

 

to that place where we understand that Sacred participates in us

and we participate in the Sacred

and we are one

 

with everything

 

perhaps then we will learn to care for the earth

perhaps then we will learn to love Love

and love those other creatures who participate with us

in this oneness

 

and even love ourselves

 

 


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