Words thus thoughts, are all man-made.
Concepts, concrete, solid shades
Seek to be Spirit filled, led and bathed
For from the soul, the path is paved
Energy of love, of hope, of peace
Real realities are felt, not seen.
Breathed, exhaled experienced..unachieved.
Eternal beings, on dusty feet.
Walk in Spirit and in Truth; and From fear and pride, stray far and wide
In the cry of child, the moment in wild, the wind and sea..every living being…
In so many ways…does He thunder, does He speak..
Yet always silent, always whispering
So hush yourselves, and finally see.
Get out your head and be fed
BE
Just stay awhile
BE
Words are words.. Truth is truth..do you feel Him, do you sense it?
His living presence?
Feel from your essence .. then don’t rationalize..get out your mind..no more questions.
But..you too, must be present, to witness His presence.
Let all thoughts fall, and deep onto deep call to you.. follow your soul into the silence and wait there.
He’s present here
Where words fail to explain, and man’s thoughts if it all finally subside.
The Undoing of Me 
Makes me think of “New Seeds of Contemplation” by Thomas Merton.
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