The doors of perception open
What was hidden has been revealed
The psalms and gospels are singing themselves, on their own and I hear....
Oh blessed lord, share the tears of prayer and the cloud of unknowing
Come to me
Enter me
I await such silence where in the love of my neighbor we meet in the circle
above of the temple in snowmass at tne benedictine monastary in colorado,
and outside ourselves,
I dedicate this time to prayer , to deepen what is already within
It is myself, I see and a thousand colors swirling in liquid light
I am where the sun sets below the clouds hung by a thread from its oceans moon
I wave my hands mountain top, I spin around and repent in dust and ashes, I
roll into the dirt, sagegrass passes me, I bow my head and receive communion
amongst the 'good' in the world, holy men, who offer a their life as a
praise to the glory of god........
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