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Life meets Life
through the veil of matter
a sense arises of Something
so pure, so lovely, rejoicing the heart,
that to name It is a movement from It~
best to bask quietly in Its revelation of Itself
that you are will never find fulfillment
in time, for in time
Life is refracted like light on a leaf or water
while Life, ~ for who knows why? ~,
chooses the particularity of creatures
to array Itself in disguise
this disguise is holy
for participating in the Holy
as cloth and its design are wholly-woven Together
communion, arising creature with creature,
is this disguise, one with one,
while all communion is Light with Light
the discerning know this
are not misled by
the cloak of appearance
touching the veil, each one touch,
the veil opens
with this one touch
only one can touch the veil, even if an infinity of fingers,
and 'God' is seen
who is One
communion having degrees
reliant on the capacities of forms meeting
is, regardless, One meeting One
like the Sun
reflecting off varied surfaces
so the Light reflecting Itself in the fellowship
of shapes and colors is
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Walking into the coffee cafe a first time, up to the counter to be served, a woman arrives and inquires as to my wishes. We discuss options for the drink I want, and I let her choose, for she shared options that were not on the menu where I was from before I moved to Maine. We joke that I will not blame her if I do not end up liking what she chooses for me. While my drink is being prepared, I find a bag of coffee and take it to the counter; she receives my payment. Soon, she brings me the drink. Before leaving, she wishes me well, using my name, and we say our goodbyes smiling.
This was a chance meeting, some would say, but I do not as quickly make such an assumption anymore. So, 'chance meeting' or 'providential meeting,' after leaving the coffee shop, I felt joyfully blessed. Reflections arose about the reason of this subtle, quiet gratitude and bliss. Here was a dear one who was luminous, whom I had no intent on ever meeting in this world. We all know what it is like, likely, for someone to treat us like a customer only. I sensed this apparent stranger related with me, not to me; hence, she did not treat me as merely a customer but a valued other. Beyond this, she was luminous with what I call Love, Joy, Beauty. Some might say she was a spiritualized being: soaked in Light. The Tibetan Buddhists speak of this Luminosity. Early Christians depicted holy persons with hallos of Light to image this Glory. Many among us wear halos.
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