state of grace
by Robert Wolfe on February 18th, 2013
This poem is reprinted from Raphael Stoneman's website: A. H. Non-Profit
when the tongue is wet with the taste of existence
and the lungs are full of the breath of being
when the eyes are moist with drops of compassion
and the heart is wide open for humanity
when the ears drum with the excitement of sound
and the brain doesn’t assign any meaning
when the hands are engaged in simple activity and
the body feels like an instrument played
when the mind is still and calm
and the thoughts dance on the surface of absolute silence
when all that is tasted, seen, heard, touched and known is That
this is a state of grace
when the tongue is wet with the taste of existence
and the lungs are full of the breath of being
when the eyes are moist with drops of compassion
and the heart is wide open for humanity
when the ears drum with the excitement of sound
and the brain doesn’t assign any meaning
when the hands are engaged in simple activity and
the body feels like an instrument played
when the mind is still and calm
and the thoughts dance on the surface of absolute silence
when all that is tasted, seen, heard, touched and known is That
this is a state of grace
Posted in Selections Tagged with grace, simple, heart, stillness, Absolute, silence
3 Comments
Name - February 18th, 2013 at 8:27 PM
Absolute TRUTH revealed through GRACE.
Rafael - February 18th, 2013 at 9:46 PM
Thanks for posting. This poem was inspired by John and Natalie's sharing at the nonduality meeting on 2/17/2013.
Carolyn Krieger - February 19th, 2013 at 10:44 AM
Love it....thanks!
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