Here is a morning were time has gone past me without notice
Where quiet
was restarted and
Swept away on the cloud of silence several times that their
beginning and awakenings got lost in a pocket of space....
Yet when that
pocket bridges night and day, it too holy to consider as time......
And I
hear, god is a jealous god. Not in terms of negativity but in terms of seeking
union with that which is greater than me, that which draws me to a life living
higher than my own....is a gift to receive in the silence and non distraction of
passing time.......
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