The Miracle is not to fly in the air,

or to walk on the water:

but to walk on the earth.

–Chinese proverb

 

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, “Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more.”

 

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

 

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, “Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.”

 

And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.

 

And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, “Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom.”

 

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.

 

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and gain spoke unto God, saying, “My God, my aim and my fulfilment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.”

 

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me.

 

And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there also.

 

Kahlil Gibran

 

It is my natural state

To be filled with joy,

A joy that knows from whence I came

And who I truly am.

My moods may swing from up to down

But behind this flows

My joy in life.

Depressed emotions draw to me

Only more of the same.

I leave low vibrations behind

As I dance in the warm sun

Of this day.

 

–Danaan Parry

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