When God said, "My hands are yours,"
I saw that I could heal any
creature in this world;
I saw that the divine beauty in each heart
is the root of all time
and space.
I was once a sleeping ocean
and in a dream became
jealous of a
pond.
A penny can be eyed in the street
and a war can break out
over it amongst
the poor.
Until we know that God lives in us
and we can see Him
there,
a great poverty
we suffer.
One of the great teachings in spiritual life is this: It doesn’t matter what is happening. What matters is how we respond. How we...
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean — the one who has flung...
"Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is what is happening. We may feel hostile or angry...
Comentários