At night the

Restlessness,

unrelenting for hours,

beckons, agitates, disrupts…

Life breaks into me

as Golden Light

without origin or endpoint,

coursing nightly through my veins.

This is the Love to which we are called: to see and be seen into wholeness. The call will keep coming through telephone poles and God disguised as fearful people, until Love conquers all…It’s one love, one God, hidden in plain sight. 

We are Love. We are already that for which we most yearn. My “life lesson” is to trust that Love-identity when my weary soul and our suffering planet look and feel otherwise.

I’m giving up thinking for Lent…The type of thinking I’m referring to is the compulsive, problem-solving mechanism that always looks for something wrong to fix. It’s the apparatus that plays life as a chess game in which the mind plots three moves ahead of the present moment…In this pattern, which I call “Game of Thoughts”, shifting worries compete for the iron throne of attention.