Our first connection to transformation
\ncannot be predicted. We may imagine
\nthe what, when, where, and how, but
\nwe must bide for its reality to dawn.<\/p>\n
When we go about the business of
\nminding the millions of details
\nsurrounding each moment, the
\nmiracle gathers itself from
\nthe fragments of love sown
\nabout our feet. The path, blazing
\nwith golden light (if only we could see!),
\ngrows up around us; perhaps we
\ngrope along, yet each step
\nmakes the next appear.<\/p>\n
There is no fanfare, no one may
\nnotice, then, we emerge from
\nthe darkness to find our Self –
\nknowing which way to go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Our first connection to transformation cannot be predicted. We may imagine the what, when, where, and how, but we must bide for its reality to dawn. When we go about the business of minding the millions of details surrounding each … Continue reading