Open my hand to Magnificent One, and stretch out my fingertips beyond all knowing
Feel into the spacious capacity to believe
In all that will be, is palpable, touchable within me
The All is a Presence inside my Soul, hidden from my hands only from a belief in Me
Crescendo upon the shores of my palm.
I am ready to receive all the shells of this sea
and weave them together,
like a necklace of needs which I now perceive to be reality
Silence
Stillness
Self emptying
These are the moments at the Altar of the Heart
No-thing is created
No thoughts, no memories, no pondering
Only the Heart and the Breath
Are Heard
Here is the Soul
Listen
The Sanctuary inside the Temple is quiet and still
There is a softening with every echoing step towards the Altar.
On the Altar the candle flame in the glass bowl beams a warming red.
The gaze softens, the body responds. All that is required is to breathe, feel the glow within and breathe some more, and some more….
Where is my safe place?
My body is a Temple
My Breath is Sanctuary
The felt sense is the Altar
The Cornice is my Edge
I planted seeds some time ago. They have been rooting in the dark soil, reaching their flowering potential.
Today I see the first opening, first light, blossoming.
And now I wait to see how this unfolds. Knowing I made these wishes, these prayers, then forgot. Then noticed, with childlike curiosity, bubbling, at what is about to be.
Nothing is lost, the beginning is the past, the unfolding is the future, the opening is here.
Every morning we hold the opportunity to pursue new choices and options. When creativity meets this belief we see fresh possibilities, new light, a slant on a perspective, an opening in a narrow route of an opinion. A thought is a choice, a narrative that can be reshaped, a truth that can be nourished and fed from the heart.
Truth can be seen as a Becoming. It is moveable, changeable and exquisite. Truth is an internal creative process. Our Truth doesn’t need words, it just needs our Love.
Janice Turner Salmon 