or mountain brook
murmurs over stones,
a mystery of tranquility
explained only in
its being, justified only
by its own existence.
The gestalt, the All-That-Is
lives present in all moments,
all time, standing still
yet eternally in motion,
experiencing each as each
& all as whole:
As each molecule of water
is part of the stream,
so each particle of All-That-Is
is separate yet indivisible
from that Whole
of which it is but a part.
We too dance
an endless dance
spiralling through lifetimes
adding to the One
by its living through us.
We are a tiny spark,
a unique expression of Being
here just once yet
we shall go on Forever,
delving deeper within
discovering more of our innate holiness
until, at last, we know ourselves Divine:
in It's image...
Meantime our place is here
in this world of Maya.
Our lives must be sufficient
through our connectedness to Source.
We are called to honor the One
who lives & expresses as each & all.
(For is not every expression of God
to be blessed, celebrated & praised?)
Until we can look at ourselves
in a reflecting pool or glass
& behold our own Divinity
we will continue to suffer
& dwell in illusion.
Until we can look at one another
& behold God looking back at us
through their eyes we will never
know the end of violence & war.
Know then, the key is not outside the self,
but hidden deep within the silence of the heart
where Soul sits patiently waiting for you
to ask that the door be opened.
You are only required
to simply be that particle you are,
to accept your existence as prima facie
evidence of your belonging & value.
For as surely as each molecule of water
knows its source & belongs to it,
so you belong to that same source
whose wellspring is your very Soul:
tapped always into an endless Fount
which is Living Water. Drink & be refreshed!
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