I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
“The river” is a thing, but always in motion. So never really the same. It couldn’t be “the river” without its unmoving bed.
“Fearsomeness is false power, and I am not false. Love holds no space for fear. And I AM love…”
“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.” Except to the child-mind and -heart
Each of you who has loved me has been God’s face for those moments
Light and shadows at once. The dark sides of trees against a lit up lawn and sky. The light and the shade both suck us in. And we suck in light and shadow. We are both. We are neither. We are the full scene. And more. A more without end.