God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
there is a rhythm to calling forth the unrequited shift of soul work…..a felt sense of sacred refocusing……aliveness and emotional poise, like stars finding us on the drive home…..
When I first understood my work, a door opened wide and I became transparent to Spirit. The more I offer myself to my soul’s work, the more I feel touched by Spirit. The portal is open to both the descending and ascending spiritualities. The descent uncovers the mysterious, ineffable essence of my being that has been yearning for expression all my life. The ascent is the glory of being held in invisible compassionate arms as I give this gift- my heart- to the world…..Annie Bloom
And something ignited in my soul,
fever or unremembered wings,
and I went my own way,
that burning fire
and I wrote the first bare line,
bare, without substance, pure
of one who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw