Divine Riddles
...fill the spaces in-between.
I sit here well-fed, with no greater purpose than to become present, available to send and receive transmissions of love. To say I am restless is like calling the ocean deep while drifting in a tiny boat safely on the surface. Over and over I ask myself what to do. Over and over the silence urges me to stay connected. I never grow tired of the metaphors and riddles through which the divine speaks. Instead, I grow drunk on them, wrestle with them, fall off of them, sleep and wake up right next to them, grow gentle and calm as I collect them.
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