A New Way
A new way of existing. A chance to just be and to know. New
stillness, time for thought to move like a river, slowly and
with caution from its source.
Once, there was a garden with nature and all life innocent,
unsullied and free. No rules, oppression or fear. Things
were allowed to be as they were. This is a life so close
that in still moments that you can feel it breathing. You
can know its touch gentle as sprinkled water. Self relating
to truth, love and healing.
In this morning listen. Hear one who comes in silence, ever
nearer extending a hand. Voice gentle as a bird song.
“Let us locate the divine abiding again; it waits within
the awakened self. Give me love, receive and cherish my
love. Nurture my love as a new born child”
Here I know the peace of those who truly feel and see. The
artist is the violin inspired by the bow to give the music
of the full and precious life. Art is true feeling and
seeing; it is truth finding the way and being one with all
the glory of the created order.
                                     George Coombs