spiritual poetry
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In the Heart of God
Long have I tarriedin the contemplation of Lovein the boundless well of Compassion So longthat I have forgottenwhere I endand Thou begin The veil between ushas worn thinwoven now of lightof breathof grace No self remainsno other stands apart Only… Continue reading
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A New Day
I wake to morningastonished by its gift The sky opens wide to greet methe sun lays a warm kiss upon my facemy beloved stirs beside methe world waits with open arms And I thinkthis could be the last day of… Continue reading
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The Whole Is Me
A vast mind driftsnot to dominatebut to serve the quiet lightof the common good In stillness, I begin the study of minda turning inwardthat unveils the boundless truth:the whole is me I breathe & so do youI suffer & so… Continue reading
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Fall Away
Forget the selfand God appears Forget the nameand hear the truth Forget the faceand feel the light Forget the willand flow in grace No “I,” no “mine,”no grasp, no claim Only breathand souland stillness The less I amthe more He… Continue reading
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Each Second is a Universe
A breath in stillnessa whole world begins to bloomthen fades into peace The ticking is softbut inside each quiet beata cosmos unfolds Time is not movingit opens like a flowerpetal by petal Even now it singsthe sacred in each momenta… Continue reading
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The Way of Freedom
Do not seek freedom as a placesome distant heaven paved in stillnessa throne where pain cannot kneel Freedom is not a gate you reachbut a river you become It is not the absence of stormbut the grace to walk barefoot… Continue reading
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Let the Word be a Seed
I walk & ask for a wordnot from books or sermonsbut from the sounds betweena pigeon’s wing & tree root’s dream I ask the breeze what names it carrieswhat syllables it weaves into the air Sometimes a leaf answerssometimes the… Continue reading
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To See One’s Shadow
The greatest gift is not wrapped in ribbonnor spoken in perfect toneit is the quiet unfolding of selfthe soft shedding of confusion’s thorn To see one’s shadow without flinchingto sit with the ache & not runto name the tempest within… Continue reading
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Time’s Quiet Shore
All that I wantedwas all that I hadno kingdom, no treasurejust stillness unclad A breath in the morninga glance full of lighta few words of mercyin the silence before night I held it like incensea flicker, a flamea moment that… Continue reading
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After the Rain
Blue mountains after rainfallbut not the blue you knew before No, deeper nowas if the sky weptonto their bonesand they drank it inwith silent joy Much bluerlike bruises healed from withinlike prayers whisperedthrough thunder Was it the rainthat made them… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 