The world is made to the very finest degree with life and matter in balance. Yet in me life and matter question their relationship. It matters too much to say that the body, which has been millions of years in the making, should never hear the call to life again. My senses themselves rise up [...]
Continue Reading...Where does my heart belong? What is it made of? Whose is the blood that flows through it in truth? Should I wait until I die to find out or can I know now? Certainly my heart lies within a casket already, the casket of my body. Therefore what will hold it after my death? [...]
Continue Reading...To open your heart to what death contains can be less frightening than the waiting grave signifies. Death is a companion. Should I hold onto each living breath as if it’s the only thing God gave me? Or shall I take the steps down to the dark and loosen there the line of golden thread, [...]
Continue Reading...Is there a power inside us, which leads the body into light, even though it lies as if in the tomb? My body is the tomb, its eyes are night. I was led into earth, and I will be led from it. The Being of Love led me here. And though all is night around [...]
Continue Reading...There was a time, before I felt the heaviness of earth, when I walked in spring and knew the world was light. But then, each time I journeyed on the river of life, my innocences were lost, like flowers which fade too soon. At last, all the separate skies have lowered into one, all the [...]
Continue Reading...Who can speak of the Kingdom of Heaven, except to say that it’s here, within you and around you? I walk its gold every time we link arms and share our lives. Your life is in it with me. The world would come to an end if we weren’t there together. But my steps fade [...]
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