The void is where God is. Empty places, empty moments are not really empty; they're pregnant. God is the potential fullness gushing out of every empty space, the ever-present possibility of a magic moment or miraculous thought. Off the blank page jumps a cosmic summons. Out of the silence came the opening chords of Beethoven's Fifth.
*Marianne Williamson. Illuminata.
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Let your Prayer take wings and fly, cling not to its unspoken intentions
For the finite mind can not conceive the plans of Wisdom for Her Creation
A prayer, spoken or unspoken, is only a single thread of a universal design eternally in the Mind of God
A myriad petitions is only a gentle whisper of the ineffable Word pouring out into all the Creation
So, frame your words in voice or silence, but let them pass on from you freely
Do not seek to contain the Eternal longing within your own limited vision
Noble aspirations are refractions of the Light shining through you, illumining all beings on their way Home
*Brian K. Wilcox. An Ache for Union. 2003. Poem revised.
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*Embracing the Light, Fe Langdon, Flickr
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*Lotus of the Heart is a Work of Arem Nahariim-Samadhi ~ a Hospice Chaplain, interspiritual author, writer, poet, and bicyclist. He is someone in love with Life and inviting others to that same ecstasy of Love ~ and, by the way, herein is nothing he claims as his own.
