Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

On a branch floating downriver, a cricket singing.

We travellers, walking toward the sun can't see Ahead, but looking back the very light That blinded us shows us the way we came, Along which blessings now appear, risen As if from sightlessness to sight, and we, By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward That blessed light that yet to us is dark.

I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its' own unfolding.

I've taken long walks craving one thing only: Lightening Transformation You

But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life: A thirst to spend our fire and restless force On tracking out our true, original course, A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart that beats So wild, so deep in us - to know Whence our lives come and where they go.