A Faint Scent of Being

The mind too is just smoke, but the heart is much sweeter.
Perhaps this holy smoke is more real than our interpreted world of "solid" objects.

Am I a solid object? I think that I must be more subtle than the slightest fragrance. Yet real and eternal.

What of love, trust, kindness, awareness, and meaning. Are these not real? Are they not at least infinitely more significant than physical touch. Could this "real" world of flesh and form possibly be justified if it did not hold meaning for a heart… all hearts.

Dependance

We desperately need love.
We are completely dependant.
There is no question of becoming independant of this.
It is the mind that create loneliness
by rejecting God's many attempt to show us love,
because of fear, comfort, laziness
vague ideas about what is right or wrong,
not believing what seems too good to be true,
or not believing in magic.
Everything about our false selve is designed to isolate us.

Faith take us beyond ourselves.
Faith is the cure for loneliness.

But sometimes, perhaps,
even God wants us to feel lonely.

Simplicity of the Eternal

Love accumulates and grows, eternally.
All else quickly fades away.

Many seek something that will last
never seeing the simple and obvious,
putting great effort and faith into things
as if those trinkets could give a taste of satisfaction.

But dip your cup now
into this abundant source of intoxication in your breast.
The water grows sweeter the more you drink.
It is your personal well, drink all you want.

Truly only one thing is worth having
and only one thing is eternal.

Smile My Heart

Faith is a precious jewel.
It is magic that makes the impossible possible.
It does not mean believing what you do not believe.
It means realizing that it is at least possible that the heart’s desire can be fulfilled.
This alone allows the heart to soar and opens heavy doors.
Doors that we had been using a good deal of energy to keep shut.
Smile my heart.
All is well.

Role Reversal

It is the height of injustice
that a powerful king must feed on the crumbs of a lowly slave.

How Things Work

Mind, words, and even desires have very little influence on what happens to us.

It is faith that moves mountain.

It is the heart.

The Colors Behind Colors

The Heart is the real flower.
With constant care it blooms.
New colors dress it daily.
And still the divine perfume.

This eternal beauty shall not fade.