“… in the garden of my heart the flowers of peace bloom beautifully…”
In my view, The Great Bell Chant is a shining example of the best fruit that the wandering Journeyer may find hanging from the low branches in the Endless Orchards of Facebook.
I am sure that I have no need to compare present bliss with past contentment or discontent.
What shook my heart nearly to pieces, or what filled it brimming full with light and peace has no meaning and no bearing on the I that calls me by my name with no sound.
I am certain that I am founded in love and I am steadfast in knowing I am the receiver of love.
Beyond this and before this inloving outfurling, I am in a place of great safety. I am in this sacred space hand-in-hand with all humanity.
I pause to look and am astonished! I share without effort the life of every living thing with every living thing.
Oh my friends. My dear and lovely friends
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