I’ll meet you there…
A lone bird slips through the air.
You do not have to explain yourself.
The beating of your heart
is one with the vast, wordless song of the stars,
the great hum of the world.
Rivers murmur praise,
deserts and oceans chant their meditations,
cities recite their industrious psalms;
and in your cell, unheard, unknown,
the mystery of heaven unfurls
in your silence.
No one knows your place,
no one.
No one knows your precious belonging.
We can only believe,
or err.
The marigold by the roadside
never knows.
But it is true.
Your only work is to come to trust.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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It’s not just that when one door closes, another door opens.
When one door closes, Amy, choirs burst into chorus, orchestras orchestrate, bugles bugle, marching bands march, dogs catch Frisbees, cats “chow, chow, chow,” pigs fly, and 10,000 new doors open.
Kind of makes you want a door to close, huh?
Whoohoooo!
The Universe
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I will be taking a break from this blog๐นnot sure how long๐นmaybe forever๐นlots of beauty in the past 1,000+ posts if you are interested ๐นwishing love, life, music & much happiness to all who come here๐นas well as all who don’t๐น
AL๐
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