In times of doubt I forget That You are not a God Of thoughts, to be found In concepts or theories But are the source of My life and radiance That shines forth in all That is, and then I remember: Mine is the work of learning To see You as the radiance That shines forth in all that is, Even in the dark. Even in me.
Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body. Sometimes the way in is a song. But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding and beauty. To enter stone, be water. To rise through the hard earth, be plant, desiring sunlight, believing in water. To enter fire, be dry. To enter life, be food.
Love, love, love says Percy And run as fast as you can along the shining beach, on the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.