Lift up your faces | Friends of Silence

Maya Angelou

I, the Rock, I the River,
I the Tree
I am yours—
your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces,
you have a piercing need
For this bright morning
dawning for you.

~ Maya Angelou from "On the Pulse of Morning" in ON THE PULSE OF MORNING

ON THE PULSE OF MORNING

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Home is a context that includes values, emotions, thoughts, special persons. Coming home to one’s Self in developed spirituality means something similar: a returning to renewed familiarity with oneness, to conscious union with a love from everyone and everything. Being consciously in touch with the One is to be immediately in touch with all things. This touch is not academic or abstract. It’s a light in the mind, but also a feeling in the heart. It’s an experience of the Spirit of all that is.

~ from DANCE OF A FALLEN MONK by George Fowler