String Theory

What is it that ties it all together? What is that within which we live and move and have our Being? It is all connected, but the relationships are perceived from a place too deep for words. Out of the silence comes the music. From the stillness, the Dance. The seed is surrendered and given new life in the darkness. It must die to the old in order to live again. Listen for the still small voice, Be. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. “I will give thanks, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.”

I join in singing the song of Creation.

I dance to the rhythms of the Universe

I am in awe and wonder

Words, too leaky a vessel to contain it

My proclamation, my Yes, is gratefulness and Joy

I rejoice to know that even I am part of Life’s Miracle

My purpose is established since before the Foundations

No need to cling or strive or fret

Fear, now cast out by Love’s perfection

I Am

I am a little child again

I am the seed growing secretly

The great Oak which lives inside the tiny shiny Acorn

Roots deep within the damp dark earth

Branches reaching for Heaven

And in my swaying I pluck the very strings of the Cosmos

Rich resonance resounds and reveals

That I am not my own

And it is so much more fun that way

Finding one’s Groove allows one . . .

To Play 🙂

Peace Friends!