If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
*Mother Teresa
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The monk was enjoying Silence in the chapel. Suddenly, he saw Christ in a vision. This far exceeded any revelation he had dreamed possible for him. While in rapt awe, a voice came from behind, another monk: "Brother Martin, time for you to feed the poor." The poor waited daily for food, after the monks ate. This day was Brother Martin's day to feed them.
This saddened Brother Martin. He wanted to remain with the Christ, and fulfill his duty to feed the poor.
Reluctantly, Brother Martin arose to fulfill his duty. He fed the poor, somewhat halfheartedly, and hurried back to the chapel. He had little hope the Christ would still be there.
He sat down, closed the eyes, the Christ appeared, again. He heard words, as before, "Brother Martin, if you had not gone and fed me, I would not have been here waiting for you upon your return."
where is the Christ? the Buddha? brother? sister? father? mother? lover? beloved? friend?
same question one and many answers
look right before you, see into and through those eyes
what? whom? neither and more
one Presence many faces many disguises
the Christ... the Buddha brother... sister... father... mother... lover... beloved... friend
I ask you ~ who is not?
*Lotus of the Heart is an interspiritual offering of Brian Kenneth Wilcox, who lives in Florida USA. All work herein, unless the source cited, is by Brian. For permission of use, please send email to 77ahavah77@gmail.com . Materials are free for referral; if referred, Brian requests notification at the above address.
*Brian is available to lead classes, workshops, or retreats on meditation, centering prayer, experiential prayer, contemplative living, or other themes related to the spiritual life, as well as provide spiritual guidance in-group or one-on-one. For inquiry on the matter, write to Brian at email above. His book, An Ache for Union, is available through major booksellers.
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