The stars twinkled in the sky.
In space- billions of universes.
Resting my forehead in my hand & thinking…
I do not dream.
A big Reality has awoken me.
A truth that strikes the eye.
The truth that is being, visible, unique.
I- under this huge starry dome.
I- perceiving its entirety with my brain.
I relish it, I become one with myself
And slowly- inside- I am restored to myself:
To profound joy and perfect rhythm.
All my thoughts, words & deeds
Were only bringing me closer
To universal embrace:
Here I am resting joyfully in myself,
Wrapped in deep silence on all sides,
And my heart beats in the rhythm of everything
Which surrounds me.
Enough. No need for words.
sifting through stars as if we are gliding through the night sky….calls us into reverie, into the unfathomable beauty of what it means to rest here for a little while….our own pilgrimage to Self, to Love, to Alchemy…..
We learn to live
in a world where
two apparently exclusive views
are held at the same time.
In this world,
rhythms of paradox are circuitous,
slow, born of feeling
rising from the thinking heart.
Many sense such a place exists.
Few talk or walk from it.
In the early Christian era, many Celtic Christians embarked on a kind of pilgrimage called a ‘peregrinatio.’ Unlike the pilgrimages to the Holy Land undertaken by Christians in the Middle Ages, a peregrinatio proposes no specific relic to see, shrine to visit, or icon to venerate. Nothing allows the pilgrim to return home with a sense of ‘I’ve been there and done that.‘ Instead, a peregrinatio is a wandering into the unknown, inaugurated by the pilgrim’s inner conviction of fate and fortune. Essentially a peregrinatio represents travel for the sake of Love, initiated and sustained by the love of God. It calls the traveler to leave all that is familiar, to let go of security and any goals or desires for life except one; to find the place of one’s own resurrection…..Karla Kincannon