She called me to the window again last night.
She beckoned me to come and be still,
to listen...
She beckoned me to come and be still,
to listen...
She waited for me to settle,
to be quiet...
to be quiet...
Waited as I deepened
into Her Stillness...
into Her Stillness...
No agenda, she whispered...
I listened...
Put everything aside and just breathe, She said.
Be aware of My Breath, breathing you...
Experience My Presence,
Sense the Intimacy
in every cell...
Sense the Intimacy
in every cell...
From the depths of Stillness
I heard Her call again,
calling me back to HerSelf.
Like a Great Ocean pulling back
the waves on shore,
back to ItSelf...
I heard Her call again,
calling me back to HerSelf.
Like a Great Ocean pulling back
the waves on shore,
back to ItSelf...
The wave giving in to the pull...
The Great Silence called
again and again;
the silent rhythmic intimacy of wave and Ocean,
one and the same...
again and again;
the silent rhythmic intimacy of wave and Ocean,
one and the same...
The Silence embracing ItSelf,
knowing only
ItSelf...
knowing only
ItSelf...
The Eternal Embrace...
Come - She whispered...
Follow the pull...
Give in...
Follow the pull...
Give in...
Come Home...
Mystic Meandering
Aug/Sept 2010
Aug/Sept 2010
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