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This is the eighteenth of the series of reflections arising from a month in silence and solitude; the musings invite the reader to explore the Truth for himself or herself. May the writer's reflections be windows to look in, or out, onto the vista of our one Beloved, our deepest, truest Self. Peace! Brian K
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So now my prayer is this: You, my own deep soul,
trust me. I will not betray you.
My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing. What mystery breaks over me now?
In its shadow I come into life.
For the first time I am alone with you— you, my power to feel.
*Rainer Maria Rilke. Rilke's Book of Hours.
Trans. Anita Barrows, Janna Macy.
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simply being
and
the moment
I'm lost again
so much
said
where words
melt inside
Grace
like
ocean?
sky?
vast plain?
like
outside?
inside?
You send
words
to weary me
so time can run off my skin
and I drop gladly
into
You, Silence
to rest, alone inside Your Arms
*Brian K. Wilcox. "Dropping into Silence." June 13.2018.
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*All material, unless another source is cited, is authored by the presenter of Lotus of Heart, Brian Kenneth Wilcox, Florida USA. Use of the material is permitted; Brian only requests that credit be given and to be notified at 77ahavah77@gmail.com .
*Brian's book, An Ache for Union, is available through major booksellers.
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