Night Vigil 20140212

Passing wondrous strange that any seek the holy or sacred anywhere than within themselves. Why can we not see that to seek elsewhere for the divine is already to deny yourself as being a part of the Encompassing Good?

Do you believe we are lacking fundamentally? Not so!

We lack attention to our heart but that same heart is REPLETE with the LOVE that is the ONE. We lack attention to our mind but that same mind is FILLED with the WONDER that is the ALL.

Go now then deep within and when you have encountered the most Holy, reach out your hand and grab mine… For I will be there with you, ready to explore and to invent and to embrace our divine possibility.

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Recalling the profound exuberance of Most beloved friends. Lying abed in the dark night, my beloved asleep next to me, the energy of past discussions flows through me, with all of them, in this whole wide world walking the line of discovery toward a light of invention…

I ain’t the one who turns and walks away when there is so much love to be had in these dialogs, so much more to be explored– let us go, thou woman; let us go, thou man: hand in hand onward into depth of mindful exchange. This will not be denied.

Some day, we shall call each other and a few will not answer back. Some day, you shall call after me; at last, I will have not tarried but gone on before into the silver Western Lands–yet those who still wander wondering, they will remember what we said…

And carefully, in such retention, we are all of us here together, waltzing across the prairie of invention and possibility. How warm the Love of my heart for open exchange–today, tomorrow, and forever–beholding these friends and being held by them.

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Ah my friends. Shall I preach to you about faith, hope, and love, quote for your soul’s own edification the words of Saint Paul or Saint Augustine?

Not this eve… for surely I have more faith in your hearts than to scripturalize them, yea even to preach over them.

And that faith makes me love you, and that love gives me hope in you. So, let us wander together into the Night and after the Dawn with that old Knight of Faith…

“…for hope is always born at the same time as love…” 

Don Quixote, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra