"Our existence is noisy, our essential being is silent" - Thomas Merton
My shadow side is a false representation of the true self.
I try reaching outside only to grasp at phantoms and ghosts in the night.
The world is full of vapors and mist with no real substance.
While the earth fades God plants things of heaven deep inside.
Distractions and exhaustion are everywhere.
The divine creature screams to get out.
Appearances and ego dry up as God waters the humble soul.
Listening to mystery in the silence.
Our secret identity is revealed by wrestling with the Spirit.
Spontaneous and wild torrents of God's river flood one's soul.
Sparkling diamonds reflect from the face of God.
The hidden God is embraced and now one can even embrace the whole world.
Primal faith comes to the surface as our naked self is exposed.
The universe becomes one great sacrament in praise of God.
God takes our wounds and pours ointment from heaven on them.
One awakens from a dream and enters a new reality where everything is alive.
Heavens gates are open wide as paradise descends to earth.
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