I have found myself weeping at the oddest moments these days.
Driving in the car, walking in the grocery store, talking with a friend,
As a wave of our shared grief, the pain of disconnection, arises.
This deep ancient pain of separation.
This pain that can no longer be contained, denied, ignored.
Driving in the car, walking in the grocery store, talking with a friend,
As a wave of our shared grief, the pain of disconnection, arises.
This deep ancient pain of separation.
This pain that can no longer be contained, denied, ignored.
I have found myself weeping at the oddest moments these days.
Driving in the car as I see the majestic Rockies just ahead
Revealing the unshakeable Grace that is always Here.
Walking in the Silent Night as the snow laden branches and silent fields
Carry the message of deep deep peace that is the Ground of our Being.
Driving in the car as I see the majestic Rockies just ahead
Revealing the unshakeable Grace that is always Here.
Walking in the Silent Night as the snow laden branches and silent fields
Carry the message of deep deep peace that is the Ground of our Being.
When I can pause, and open to the deep deep Silence underneath the chatter, When I listen with the heart,
There is the whisper of the peace that passeth understanding,
down in my heart, down in my heart,
Where it has always been...
Even as we are all being broken open to the Mystery
That is beyond anything we can imagine.
There is the whisper of the peace that passeth understanding,
down in my heart, down in my heart,
Where it has always been...
Even as we are all being broken open to the Mystery
That is beyond anything we can imagine.
