God breathes through us so completely, so gently, we hardly feel it, yet it is our everything.
— John Coltrane
Weary
World-weary?
Perhaps what wearies you
is not the world
but your own mind.
It’s time to make
a pilgrimage
from the furrow
in your brow
to the temple
in your chest.
The distance isn’t far,
merely an exhalation,
yet many lose their way
and turn back.
No voice will lead you.
Voices come from the past.
You’re not going there.
You’re moving
into the ancient now.
Just follow the song
of the next bird.
Travel light.
Abandon names.
Always choose the path
that leads downward
into deeper green,
the valley, not the mountain.
Rooted in loss,
find the place
where there is no ground.
return to your first breath.
Take it again
and again.
— Alfred K. LaMotte (original post: Uradiance)
My Soul In Silence Waits 