"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 River ***


There is a river that runs through my being; a mighty current that courses through the spaces between my thoughts. It has always been and always will be…a living spark of All That Is…what some call God. 


Upon its surface dance my human emotions, at times flowing in ceaseless harmony, at times congealing into damns of muck and stone, or whirlpools that turn madly in upon themselves.


But the river is not detered. It casts aside all barriers; all perceptions of security. Resting in Divine perfection, even as it moves, it smashes the damns and tears apart the eddies. 


I bow to the great river of life which flows through all.   With grataitude, I surrender to its flow, knowing that we are One.