This morning, watching the lilac pink clouds fill the sky, I feel them filling me. They come into clear view as the early morning light begins to reveal itself.
Everything is contained in the light, fully present and alive. The birds are singing, the shadows under the trees still dark and mysterious, and a blanket of profound silence runs through and offers up every sight and sound.
This is how we are. We contain the mysteries. We are the darkness and the light, waiting to be claimed, waiting to be acknowledged.
In the union of the opposites we meet the face of God. He and She have been within us all along, crying out to be held.
Give up your wanderings and find your own Self, silently waiting for the fullness of your embrace.