It is only the revelation of You as the Infinite that is endlessly new and eternally beautiful in us and that gives the only meaning to our self when we feel Your rhythmic throb as soul—life, the whole world in our own souls; then are we free.
O Worker of the universe! Let the irresistible current of Your universal energy come like the impetuous south wind of spring; let it come rushing over the vast field of human life. Let our newly awakened powers cry out for unlimited fulfillment in leaf and flower and fruit.
~ Rabindranath Tagore From the book: The Heart of God
What a kindness she showers upon me, not letting me skip any steps, or leave not even one stone unturned.
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
All will come again into its strength: the fields undivided, the waters undammed,
What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
to fashion universes out of emptiness
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
Your life is your life, don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
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