Tag: love
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Forget
We forget Too often how beloved we are. Like a mother chid connection. Like the womb we are born from. We are knit seamlessly by beloved energy, eroding our hatred, our fear and our dualities of destructive ideas of difference. Don’t forget The yarn, the needle, the wrinkly delicate hands born from another woman’s bosom…
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Monday morning and dead poets.
Arriving. Coming to consciousness in the crisp, new airthat isMonday. No one seems to care or wants to wake up to the conscious absurdity of six o’clock mornings and business-like conformity. Is this the sum total of our lives? Or can we step outside the rat race before our soul dies? Or do we become…
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What if?
So many wasted years, learning to use, control the brain, mold it, bend it, brainwash, praise and strain it. To work and work it, hit it against the wall until the obstacle breaks, Brute strength. The coldness of its cement, ‘crisp and clear’ they say,but it led my spirit into fear. Fear of my heart…
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Bow down, sow here
(A response to Galatians 6: 1-17) Bend down lower, right down to your knees, feel the ground, the dirt, the worms, the matter of you and me. See how it holds magic and mystery as it grows and produces, see how the brown and the wet is the earth’s golden juices. You could almost drink…
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Where she lives
(A response to 1 Kings 19:1-15) Listen quickly to the sounds all around,buzzing cars, espresso machines, coal mines digging up the ground The wonder of humanity and its constant exploration, of things hidden and distant, entering the puzzle of creation. And as wonderful and convenient as technology has become, I wonder if it distracts us,…
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Trinity Sunday
Trinity Sunday was last Sunday and it was a day that marked, coincided and complimented the start of Pentecost. The spirit is with us, it is always with us, it has always been with us. The recognition of this doctrine that the church has deduced from our scripture (the term ‘Trinity’ isn’t actually in the…
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Can you feel her?
(A response to Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31) Rising morning light whispers through the quilted covers,Illuminating bone and skin like a dreaming, endless summer. These first conscious breaths fill the soul with deep awakening, grown from deep wisdom, solemn ritual, the spirit’s constant enlightening. Maybe here under covers in the heat of the sun’s first glowis where…
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A New Beginning
I carry a torch in one hand, and a bucket of water in the other:with these things I am going to set fire to Heavenand put out the flames of HellSo that voyagers to Godcan rip the veilsAnd see the real goal. – Rabia This past week the story of Genesis 2 has been floating…