Jeannette and I talk today about an experience at prayer and selection of my journal:

Iam acting: within what breaks, I am vast Abyss within the falling, I am depthless Depth in the emptying, I am the Silence

Stop Shed your mind’s unconscious gossip and still your Heart Touch your forehead to the earth …My carpet a floral carpet Crimson Red on which you bumble and tumble

in My Glory.

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“Who could have thought my shrivel’d heart Could have recover’d greennesse? George Herbert, The Flower