Listen As the warmth rises up in morning glory, I ponder in quiet curiosity I ponder like the Mother did when greeted by the sweet emissary I plant like a statue and yearn I wait for heaven to present herself The course is unknown and winding In truth it is never-ending The divine courier places a message in my palm But the page is nearly blank Except for a word in bold— “Listen” She tells me Listen to the echo of the Great I Am It subsists in every soul you meet Every being is a piece of the Infinite Puzzle And your purpose lies within their words Every pain, pleasure, insight, and inquiry All connections with the perceived other They led you to the present moment To the most authentic you Devote yourself to the service of others For I told you the last shall be first In time your heart will become cloudless But first you must listen Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related meditationsMysticismTheology
Once has He spoken, twice have I heard…. The voice of God is mighty, but we cannot always decipher all He says. But by waiting patiently on faith, every word of His Wii come to be. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Unprodigal Daughter 
Once has He spoken, twice have I heard…. The voice of God is mighty, but we cannot always decipher all He says. But by waiting patiently on faith, every word of His Wii come to be.
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