by Rev Alisha

Tag: mysticism

  • Dis-order

    Dis-order

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    The tumultuous waters of the Great Ocean Road.

  • in something small

    in something small

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    Salvation is not triumphant.Sometimes it is as subtle as the cleaners,the cooksand the kind people who take away our garbage. Sometimes it is as silent as a good night’s sleep,the gardener down the street,the podiatrist who cleans all kinds of feet. Sometimes it is as still as a windless day,a rock buried within clay,having nothing…

  • The Wisdom of the Serpent

    The Wisdom of the Serpent

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    “The people spoke against God and against Moses, “Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? For there is no food and no water, and we detest this miserable food.” Then the LORD sent poisonous serpents among the people, and they bit the people, so that many Israelites died.…

  • This ash

    This ash

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    This ashdid not appear out of nowhereit was picked up in the depths of the deepin the darknessand thenwith the breath of the belovedit was brought to beauty again. This ashdid not magically appear out of nothing.somethinghad to burnsomethinghad to dieto make the life of sea and skyof you and I. This ashwas the life…

  • Christ the King Prayer

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    Oh Holy Mystery, The oneness who comes in forms of delicate twigsbirds’ limbsthe tadpolesthe octopusthe galaxy that swims. Help us see, too, the power, the kingdom, the righteousness of ChristNot hovering above or beyond but deep in bodiesbeneath and beside. Bodies of tiny thingsvibrations of stringssomewhere deep within. Help us know not by our minds…

  • Praying Without Words

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    Letting the sun of spring hit my faceonly reminds me of the goodness that is always heredeep within me when I remember to slow my pace. So I treasure the sound of rustling leaves as the gum trees sway.And in this wind I remember to pray. Not the ‘Dear God’ words I was taught when…

  • Time Deconstructed

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    In the beginningIt was wilda whimsical dance like water waltzing in the wind we were surrounded by this warm liquid, whirling in the wombWe were blind, deaf and dumbnot wholly ourselves and not wholly our mom’s. we were but whispers of possibilitynot yet penetrated, permeatednot yet fabricated. We were still dust of the earthWaitingto be…

  • The Cycle of Change

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    Withered, worn out and weatheredI wonder whether I can continue to stand on this dirt that feels more like sand.The fruit of abundancethat took months of patience and pruningnow lays decayingbeside the branches that have broken off from every deep frostor thrustof wind Will I ever win? Or is life less of a game and…

  • Emerge

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    All will emerge they say… Who are they anyway?Those mystics, philosophers, musicians and artistswho wonder and dream and sit still on grass planes… All will emerge If I just sit as stilland watch the world flutter by If onlyIsathere. All will emerge If I let myself join in this fluttering symphonyand remain free within meLike…

  • To Believe

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    You see this landthis place with weeds and dandelions, of earthworms, of beetles, of stones, moss and seeds?This is what we are meant to believe. Not something with our minds to grasp, to calculate in maths, or with moppy music to memorizebut something with our musclesthe memory of movements etched into our membranesour fingers and…