A fragment of fence long trampled by those who needed most to pass. Pilgrim, immigrant, refugee, all journeys severe, all made in longing. Most cross over what's already breached, but the step is long and touches down In a world that takes heart in the breaking of what divides.
~ Steve Godwin from "What Divides" in FINDING HEART
If we cannot see the multitudinous splendor of light in every form when it is right before our eyes, then we have to be awakened, jolted out of complacency, cast down from the ivory tower, and buried under the black earth of all our materialistic fantasies. It’s quite a shock and painful. Fearing loss, fear will bind us to forms that have already collapsed and are dissolving. But light is there even in the darkness. At the point where one dies, at the point where one stops trying to assert the ego, at the point one gives up in despair, at the point where one says, “I yield. I give in,” then one finds the Divine within.