All this is the Source sourcing and there is no Other.
We are always at home in endless opening.
If there is no Other, and only This, to whom do I pray?
My prayer reverberates to infinity.
From whence does it, my prayer, come?
From the same infinity to which it goes,
a mobius strip of prayer,
traveling endlessly while always here,
moving forever to infinity
while rising from the wellspring
to which it goes.
The energy of prayer circulates,
mobius-iates forever.
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A mobius strip of prayer! What a great visual. You say that which cannot be spoken so remarkably well! The words slip away, but they reverberate deep within, as you said, traveling endlessly but always Here. I look around me as I finish the prayer contained in this communique. Everything is the same, and everything has changed.
ReplyDeleteThanks once again! Peace, dear friend.