I am sitting on a chair,
eating an egg cheese sandwich
next to a table where
a blue jay is alighting
my seem absurd
The surprise is I’m not surprised
a natural way of recognition
maybe a sacred moment
an angel disguised as a bird
a simple intimate detail of grace.
Below on the walking path
mountain hikers indulge the outdoors, sunshine
somewhere, everywhere the virus rages.
Search and work
Search the depths of your life experience
for revelations of the sacred
Maybe they are ordinary
Maybe they are unnoticed
God is always working for us to find him
Is he beyond my comprehension?
I have to observe silence and be attentive.
With my human frailty I have to work harder
Not only in prayer but in faith
Selfishness and pride in spiritual ventures of disguises
Are difficult to discard without grace.
It’s a feast to plant and to harvest
With divine help.
At the end of day
I wipe sweat on my forehead
Thanking the Lord for the work done.
It’s the stillness that we observe
Because we feel intolerance of waiting
We bounce like a ball, one silliness to another
Not unlike a series of romantic interludes
While rafting in white waters
We can be swept from one swirl to another
Racing the heart perilously close to scare
Before finding a sweet flow of comfort.
We fall silent once more
Attend to the present
Embracing the moment
We arrive at reality.
We mistake our will, it’s power, as savior to attainment
Once ignorant we discover achievement, knowledge
We forget limits to our powerful striving
Little miracles carry us over the last hurdle.
Every step carries a gift of gratitude
Every step an act of praise
Where all our bewilderment come from
Where we bring our final homage.
“Wherever you are is the entry point”.-Kabir
“All of us are richer than we imagine. None of us possesses a life devoid of magic, barren of grace, divorced of power.”- Julia Cameron, The Vein of Gold
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