"As a child I thought if I could touch the sky I could touch the face of God. As a man I learned that all I had to do was touch my own heart"
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The Holy of Holies ***



I have gone through many emotions, watching and listening to the nightmare events that endlessly unfold in this world. I have been cold and unyielding. I have been numb. I have been rational. I have been scared. I have been hateful.


I have been every place, it seems, except the one place where I feel most real…my own heart.


“Only a fool would claim to take refuge in his heart during times like these” whispers the ego. “Do you choose to invite catastrophe upon your head? The world is in turmoil. It is everyone for himself. How is your heart going to save you”?


I answer with tears.


With tears I enter The Holy of Holies; the abode of the Divine within me.


And in its arms I shall rest forever.