It Speaks When I sit and rest something of the Universe of Love runs through me like a comet of fire-- like an infinite Net of star-speak. And that language is
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, Mar 10, 2004
When I sit and rest
something of the Universe of Love
runs through me like a comet of fire--
like an infinite Net of star-speak.
And that language is a song of silence
but not lacking sound
for it roars and rises and exalts
and thrills to sing in unison.
When I rest my soul
upon the keyboard of endless connectivity,
then I am a channelling of the un-said into creation.
An utterance runs through me on silent feet,
and doors open in the dark.
Light is in me like the seed of the cosmos.
When I touch and reach,
and when I am still like the space between lovers,
and open like the space between desire,
and ready like the space between two hands,
then I am One in the voice of the Universal.
I am the wonder and the delight
of countless worlds
that awaken and see each other
and begin to talk in the movements of love.
Flowering like suns,
and re-birthing anew this God idea,
and It speaks.
Copyright Eric Ashford March 2004.
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