Let the Silence Speak by Paul C Pritchard
Beloveds,
Here I am.
And there you are.
Once again.
We are inextricably woven, with our unique human threads,
with and of and in the whole tapestry of this infinite creation.
Beloveds, I’m fading.
Happily fading.
Soon I’m not sure I’ll have anything else to say …
There will only be Love appreciating Love
in all her spectacular Universal manifestations.
And we, the brave ones, the God-idiots,
are given glimpses of realms and spheres that literally blow our tiny, tiny, tiny, minds.
I can hear our egos, at opposite ends of the Universe, calling to each other …
Like tiny birds in tiny cages ~ Singing their ridiculous bogus sorrow to one another.
The cage doors are wide open.
And we the courageous fools keep promising to leave our cages
and sing devotional songs to the Beloved …
Will you join me Beloveds?
Will you fly to me instead of singing to me across the great desert of infinite space?
We cannot meet in the middle as the middle will not exist.
Let’s meet Everywhere …
For wherever you are …
There I am.
