Breathing

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Some days we all feel so disconnected
to ourselves and with each other.
Barely holding on to life with a thread.
Nothing feels good or right,
Just work, commitments and drudgery.

And yet that thread we’re holding onto,
even if just barely,
Floats across the universe.
And it’s as strong as it is invisible
It’s the glue that holds us all together
That sticky cobweb that we brush away
fuels us, connects us and gives us purpose.

May we keep holding on,
Even when we can’t see the source.
The Heavenly Filament
divinely floats us
Holds us
and Breathes us anew
Everyday.

 

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The morning mist

I get my love from the morning mist
It creeps in slowly
Covering everything

I stand with mouth open
Eyes wide with wonder
Ears filled with birdsong
As drops of pure creation
Love and inspiration
Bless my aching heart.

They fill up my soul
Heal my yearning wishes
And unfulfilled promises.

I sit in exultant wonder
And pure delight.
Receiving every God drop
Each and every bead of grace
Into my furrowed brow
Dripping into my longing heart.

Suffused and entranced
I sit by myself
Knowing I am not alone
As spirit and mystery
Surround me
Enfold me
Bless me
And heal all that is wounded
All that is hurt

This primal force comes into me
Thru the raindrops
The air
The cobwebs
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