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Millennium Blessing There is a grace approaching that we shun as much as death, it is the completion of our birth. It does not come in time, but in timelessness when the mind sinks into the heart and we remember. It is an insistent grace that draws us to the edge and beckons us surrender safe territory and enter our enormity. We know we must pass beyond knowing and fear the shedding. But we are pulled upward none-the-less through forgotten ghosts and unexpected angels, luminous. And there is nothing left to say but we are That. And that is what we sing about. - Stephen Levine You didn't come here to get mangled by the gleaming machinery of the Mind. You didn't come here to get welded and forged into a Republican, Democrat, Sunni or Shi'a, to get angry at your jagged shadow in broken glass, or see your own reflection as approaching disaster. You came to be astonished by a dust mote. You came to find the Maker of all things embodied in a dandelion. You are here to be torn by laughter and pain, then healed by the tang of a berry on your wild tongue. There are no right angles, no straight lines in the serpent body of the earth. Valleys, rivers, and hills are the only borders. Dark-eyed Mother Raven looks down and sees them as restless waves in the ocean of Holy Matter. What makes this planet sacred is the unfinished circle, not the wall. What guides us is the wayless curve in a labyrinth of fallen alder leaves after the storm, a cloud that stains the soft rice paper sky, brushstroke of geese in flight. Why waste another moment arguing for or against when you could slip back down a beam of breath, soft as moonlight, into the silent radiance you Are? - Alfred K. LaMotte
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