Every Prophet’s Name
I found completeness when every breath began to silently say the name of my Lord.
That name, my conception of him, extended to me a hand that led to a place where even HIS divine name could not exist... Why?
Most sounds express discontent, longing or negotiation. The tea pot may whistle out an ecstatic cry, but even that I have learned to control until everything I knew burst into a glorious symmetry.
I have no seam, no walls, no law.
My frontiers and God’s are the same.
One Divine Being IS existence.
All the forest on this earth are but one tiny wood fibre, a particle in one spoke on the Universal wheel.
What is the relationship of form to the unseen aspects of God?
What percentage of God is unseen?
What percentage of the Truth of him do we Know?
He led me to a place where only Light existed.
Yet only in Us is God so lost that he asks questions.
The Soul outside all walls never troubled him, never wondered things like, “Where are you my Beloved?”
For now your arms and God’s arms are intertwined!
I said to my Lord, “This Holy Place I have entered...is Your Name the only key to it?”
My Lord replied, “How old do you think existence is? For Eons of time souls have been entering Me. Every prophet’s Name is a key... as is every Heart full of forgiveness and Love.
-Saint Theresa of Ávila...with a little Bernice flavour.
“What is your purpose?” is the question in 12 days journal #359
My purpose is to live a conscious, mindful life as best I can, I think. It is hard to say for certain, as I think purposes evolve and devolve and mutate over time. But this is it for the here and now.
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