There will be some days when you feel more holy than others,
And that is good.
As you bask in the sweetness of your connection to the One who sustains you,
Remember, dear one, you are just like the other.
Reach, reach, reach
For the end of yourself.
Anytime you think you “know” –
Press past any idea of being right.
Press into the Mystery.
Trust your gut –
When instinct says:
I don’t deserve this!
This is not what I want!
Protect your precious, precious self.
But when Grace hits you like a ton of bricks,
And you can’t stop thinking about
Or It —
Please, reach only for that place
Where you dissolve.
The Mind is the Ocean,
Cool and vast.
The Heart is on fire,
Erupting with love and yearning for the Thing that binds us.
Fan those flames only, my friend.
Fan those flames only.