Do You Sense It?

Cary Chrysler (We Who Dream)
Something invisible yet somehow "solid", but not in the way we understand "solid". Can you read its word on your shadowed walls...we all have walls on our deepest heart, don't we...? It goes past our evidence-insistent ego, seems intent on being there whether we acknowledge it or continue to ignore it. I don't want to name it, or categorize it, I just have learned to trust it. I trust its stillness, its calm and yes, its love. I believe love never dies, I believe death is an illusion, made by us out of fear of our concept of a dis-connected "God".
This One Voice we think we cannot hear...it is our own Voice...it is wholly certain that all is well.
  • This One Voice we think we cannot hear...it is our own Voice...it is wholly certain that all is well
  • I trust its stillness, its calm and yes, its love.
  • Something invisible
Can you read its word on your shadowed walls...we all have walls on our deepest heart, don't we...?

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