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A Sacred Lullaby For The Aching Heart

For the aching heart—a quiet place to rest,where nothing needs to be fixedand even sorrow is held in kindness.
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In Case You Wondered

These words are not teachings from a distance, but the living trace of what moves through me—offered, gently, as a path others may recognize.
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Trying to Speak What Has No Shape

Silence is not the absence of music. It is music before it becomes sound. And so nothing is added. Nothing is adorned. The experience remains plain, whole, sufficient, and all love is conveyed.
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The Poem That God Whispered To Rumi

Didn’t I tell you—do not go there?
For I am your friendin this mirage of fading shadows.I am life without end.
Even if you run in angerfor a hundred thousand years,you will return to Me at last—I am where the path clears.
Didn’t I tell you?
I am the Ocean,and you are the fish.Do not go to the dry land—I am the only water you could wish.
Didn’t I tell you?
Do not be fooledby the world’s design.I am the Painter of your joy,the Artist of the divine.
Didn’t I tell you?
Do not fly like a birdinto the snare.Come back to Me—I am your wings,I am the power of the air.
Didn’t I tell you?
They will rob youand leave you cold—but I am the Fire,the warmth of your soul,as I foretold.
If you are the lamp of the heart,you know where to roam.And if you seek the Divine,know that I am your Home.
Rumi
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A Twinkle and A Blink

Before there were worlds, before time found its rhythm, before even silence knew itself as silence, there was a kind of stillness so complete it did not yet call itself God.
And within that stillness— not separate from it, not other than it— there was a shimmer. A twinkle. Not yet creation, not yet intention, just the faintest glimmer of possibility in the infinite. We were there.
Not as bodies, not as names, not as stories waiting to unfold— but as that glimmer itself, held effortlessly in the vastness of what is. A twinkle in God’s eye.
And then—a blink.
Not in time, but as time. Not a movement through space, but the birth of space itself. A soft closing, a gentle opening— and everything began.
Light spilled outward like a quiet astonishment. Galaxies turned like breath made visible. Stars gathered themselves into luminous constellations of longing and becoming.
And somewhere in that unfolding—in the spiraling dust, in the forming of oceans and bone—we appeared again, as though remembering ourselves in fragments.
A hand.
A face.
A voice calling out across distance.
We forgot the twinkle. We lived inside the blink. We searched for meaning in the movement, in the rise and fall, in the coming together and the falling apart—not realizing that what we longed for was never lost.
Because even now, in this moment of breath and thought, in the quiet ache of being human, we are still that first shimmer. Still that glimmer held in the infinite gaze.
The blink has not ended. Creation is still unfolding— not as something happening to us, but as something moving through us.
And perhaps awakening is nothing more than this gentle remembering: that we were never only the world that appeared after the blink— we were the light before it, the stillness within it, and the quiet wonder that gave rise to it all.
A twinkle in God’s eye—
forever
looking out
through us.
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Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
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Love Notes XXIX

Words can point.
But silence… IS.
A simple pointing—toward what cannot be spoken.
 
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At The Edge Life

Life, at any moment, is a brush with death—we know not when.
And yet Love transcends these seeming opposites, what we call the great divide.
There is no life without Love.
 
There is no death without Love.
Love holds both, as infinity in motion.
 
Love cannot be lost in life,
nor can it be lost in death.
 
You are one with Love,
and Love is one with you.
 
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Each Breath Arrives Only Once

Life is so very precious. Not because it is easy, but because it is fragile and sacred. Each breath arrives only once.
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Starry Starry Night - Don McLean

A quiet brush with longing and beauty, where the night sky becomes a mirror of the soul, and every star feels like a whisper from beyond.
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