“Only if we are still enough inside and the noise of thinking subsides can we become aware that there is a hidden harmony here, a sacredness, a higher order in which everything has its perfect place and could not be other than what it is and the way it is.”
― Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Create a Better Life
The luminescence of grace is more irresistible than can be imagined,
and the fragrance of love
transfigures grievous wounds.
On nights when all seems lost and ships have sailed
into dark oblivion,
what remains among the graveyard of broken dreams
where scarecrows feast
on the last fragments of hope?
An abiding light glows
within the heart,
where suffering has been exposed!
In the shadows
a quaking creature with a heart of flesh,
belongs to the unfolding vastness.
Even tidal waves of grief cannot swallow
the infinite mercy of the Divine.
Alive in fields of consciousness,
perspectives becomes clear
and the veil is lifted
on a glorious expanse of earth and sky.
Tall trees reach our and touch the void
where insufficient dreams have flown.
The devotion of the soft earth
is like an endowment of belonging underfoot!
To lie in pastures evergreen,
and sup on feasts of contentment,
where cool resevoirs
purge the bitter taste
The song of the birds compels the listener
to lay his burdens down,
and sing the song of the New Earth!