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what is this Life... a Divine tease veiling true ecstacy. what is this Dance... a rhythm which playfully eludes me(i seem so clumsy at times). what is this Song... a humming in the wind heard only with hearts, guts, marrow, bones and such. what is this Path... unseen, well worn...visible, illumined. what is this Life...this Divine tease that tickles, entices, and tortures me... i know. filters...
O SON OF SPIRIT! The best beloved of all things in My sight is Justice; turn not away therefrom if thou desirest Me, and neglect it not that I may confide in thee. By its aid thou shalt see with thine own eyes and not through the eyes of others, and shalt know of thine own knowledge and not through the knowledge of thy neighbor. Ponder this in thy heart; how it behooveth thee to be. Verily justice is My gift to thee and the sign of My loving-kindness. Set it then before thine eyes. ( Baha'u'llah , The …
why we sing...
For me, singing is just what I do. There is nothing abnormal or anything about it that brings me any level of fear or dread. However, in my travels as a choir director and workshop facilitator across the planet and in my many visits to Bahá’í communities and churches I have found a general reticence in people when it comes to singing. That’s something that is reserved for the choir…the professional. Now I am not talking about soloing in front of hundreds of people in …
soul searching...
O son of love! Thou art but one step away from the glorious heights above and from the celestial tree of love. Take thou one pace and with the next advance into the immortal realm. ~Bahá’u’llah As of late, I have found myself in a mad search to connect. With what I have yet to determine. I imagine that it ultimately will be with myself. But what I have discovered on this journey in the meantime is that one has to listen. One has to be observant…be quiet so as to be able to …
beginnings...
It has taken me a while to get up the nerve to put myself out there in this way. However, there is so much to say and our time on this planet is so brief that to not share ourselves is a disservice to our own spiritual development, belittles the significance of the Journey, and robs our fellow wayfarers of our contribution to the collective wisdom. So here is my humble submission to you…my family. While on a plane going from somewhere to somewhere else, Spirit spoke the words “mobile …
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