Divine's Lips

               As the expression of the Divine, of Creation in form, Life, and the Source of Life breathes through us. Indeed, we are breathed by the Divine, by Creation by Life itself. To ponder the image that we are the lips of the Divine.

               That this day our bodies, our thoughts, our spirits would feel Life’s breath moving through and upon us like our lips feel our own. That this day our bodies, our thoughts, our spirits would know the resonance of voice and every movement giving shape to the Life’s and the Divine’s own words. To know we are breathed by Creation itself. We are the lips of the Divine. May such an image guard the sacredness of our body, mind and heart.

“I would love to kiss you. The price of kissing is your life. Now my loving is running toward my life shouting, What a bargain, let's buy it” ~ Rumi

Wish List

I watched a piece of Christmas wrapping paper dance with the wind down the street. The present, wherever, had been unwrapped.  I laughed to think of the colorful paper's dance as one seeking another gift to adorn.

And as I pondered the season and recent events, Christmas wish lists and letters to Santa, the dancing wrapping paper left thread.  But one gift, perhaps is all I need to ponder.  To gift to Life, Love, Source, God, Yahweh, Allah, the Expression and Life sought when the Divine spark was lit within me.  

I AM, all ARE, the wish list of Life, Love, Source, God, Yahweh, Allah, the Sacred.  Perhaps the wrapping paper flew off the gift of my heart.