For silence is not God, nor speaking;
fasting is not God, nor eating;
solitude is not God, nor company;
nor any other pair of opposites.
He is hidden between them,
and cannot be found by anything your soul does,
but only by the love of your heart.
He cannot be known by reason,
he cannot be thought, caught,
or sought by understanding.
But he can be loved and
chosen by the true, loving will of your heart.
—the cloud of unknowing
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
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