From the sky, in the air, from above, lifting from below. Cannot be contained, it radiates greater than the sun, from sky to sea to air, into the deepest of deep, above the highest of high, beyond reach yet held for all.
And she called out, pleading, "Take refuge in me. I will hold you onto the night is over." It is time for me to give in, to stop my perilous wavering, to stop working towards stillness, and to give in to the stillness of old, the one present before me, beyond me, yet with me. I need to come home. My hurts cannot dictate my life any more, I will not be aimlessly lead about, driven to and fro, driven by fear.
Be my mother, my father, my love, my life. You who are of old, yet entirely new. You who loves deeper than my capacity to evaluate the depths of love. You who hold us all, join us together in the contemplative love between each molecule.
As we go deeper, we realize we will never stop this journey. The depths only open us up to new capacity for depth, in different areas and deeper in the areas already felt by us. Heaven opens up to us, both livening and relativizing the air we breathe.
Open me up to ever new reality.
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