The towering tree spreads his greening canopy
–A veil between the soil and sky–
Not in selfish vanity,
But the gentle thrush to shade and shelter.
So it is with love.
For when we love,
Simply love,
Even as we are loved,
Our weary world can be transformed.
The busy thrush builds her nest below
–A fortnight’s work to weave and set–
Not for herself alone,
But her tender brood to shield and cherish.
And so it is with love.
For when we love,
Simply love,
Even as we are loved,
Our weary world can be transformed
Into the Kingdom of God!
How it feels when
in the dark of night
you take the garbage out
and they greet you as family,
even when you cannot feed them,
even they who do not come close anymore
because they are dying and withdraw
so that you don’t have to feel their pain?
How serene the thought sometimes
of leaving your last breath curled-up
among such gentle fellow creatures
who harbour no accusations against anyone,
whom no noise stops from purring:
It is all between each one of us and God…
Thank you for allowing me to see you
from the enormity of our one love…
We are all uncomfortable with our existential aloneness
before its acceptance can lead us into true togetherness.
We are all strays.
Until we see we areEternity, we are all strays from it.
All fellow beings of God, non-verbal or verbal,
start acting more and more healingly and kindly
when we have started truly meeting them in stillness.
And stillness doesn’t have to be their forte at all.
But we have to meet our Self in silence first.
And that requires us to direct ALL of our energy accordingly.
No more wasting time with time-wasting things.
Gentleness with ourselves when we fall short
of any internal or external expectations.
Knowledge that we are always
Loved and watched over
A L W A Y S
God bless you friends.
Thank you for our
shared music of
stillness.
Leon
