Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open, sees far - off things, and listens at the shore of the great silence.

 I love Jesus, who said heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will still remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were  one word: Wakeup.

 In our souls everything moves guided by a mysterious hand. We know nothing of our souls that are ununderstandable and say nothing. The deepest words of the wise man teach us the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows or the sound of the water when it is flowing.

Is my soul asleep? Have those beehives that labor at night stopped? And the water - wheel of thought, is it dry, the cups empty, wheeling, carrying only shadows? No, my soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its clear eyes open, for far-off things, and listens at the shore of the great silence.

Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveler, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again. Traveler, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.