In the silent cathedral of my mind a song begins to sing itself into being. Outside, a soft wind stirs, and the wildflowers begin dancing.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Kahlil Gibran
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
I offer this small creation of space where we can be together and touch the pulse of our interconnectedness, as through sharing we explore the unique experiences of life, and the faces of love. I invite your response.
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