Throughout the flow of passing seasons I have known
the Ancient One in me. This wise old seer murmurs quietly
to me about its shimmering excitement in every sentient
shape and form. It beckons me to imagine the inner in all:
soul, intelligence, the secret worlds! I yearn to strip away
whatever stands between my spirit and the source of All.
Today I bring the spirit of gratitude to my world. I notice how
silently it moves, how sweet its arrival is upon my senses.
My most living moments come when amazement and clear
thought invite me into the call of my own Soul. That beautiful
someone that lives the illusion of human appearance. It is she
that continually opens my heart, working her alchemy; sending
the lifeblood of Original Source. This pilgrimage allows God to
prompt me with humility and gratitude. It is the conversation
with her voice that begs me to be generous.
Weak minds may not trust, but I live this inner joy outwardly
revealing the Absolute to all. I take off my mental-clothes and
enter the Soul’s river of Truth; the place of sincerity where the
Lord of All calls me out for healing. Gladly I enter. And so it is.