Jeannette and I talk today about an experience at prayer and selection of my journal:

I am acting:within what breaks, I am vast Abysswithin the falling, I am depthless Depthin the emptying, I am the Silence

StopShed your mind’s unconscious gossip and still your HeartTouch your forehead to the earth   …My carpet       a floral carpet Crimson Red       on which you bumble and tumble

in My Glory.

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“Who could have thought my shrivel’d heartCould have recover’d greennesse?George Herbert, The Flower