I take refuge in the silence of my heartsong
where invisible arms never fail to embrace me
where I find the only home that I know is true
It is the maintenance of this precarious connection
that remains the test of human existence
To never lose touch with that single thread
that ever weaves our heart back to the Divine
Without this intimacy
life becomes subject to intrusion
prey to the seduction of endless delusions
and so I walk
blinded
like a fool following an incoherent melody
hoping my humility
doesn’t lose its footing
For I have known great women
with hearts of unparalleled devotion
who have broken under the strain
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You see, the path becomes increasingly dangerous
the more we listen to Love
Opposing voices become merciless
but really, they are the cries of God
begging for our wholeness
It is this discernment that will teach us
this discernment that will beat us
until we submit to be bent
like the curling petal of a lotus flower
suspended in mid-air
and our tears become like morning dew
streaming over the surrendered rhythm of a newborn breath
The body becomes a pleasure that retreats and returns
the heart, a diaphanous instrument
in service only to beauty
It is this discernment that will lead us
this discernment that will feed us
with intimate nectars of truth
No one can give us this sacrament
it is a private offering
a communion
received only
in the deepest recesses of ones own soul
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