I paddled up the Santa Fe River, no one knows I'm here, no one. Raining. Thanksgiving Day. No words of gratitude here, none needed. Alone, no one needed. Water quiet, dark, alive. Nature unassuming, subtle. Yes, Love simplifies, being in Love, with nothing, no meaning at all to this. Only, a wild, mute aloneness, untouched, naked of time. Life is, no meaning, nothing to only this. Sweet simplicity, silent solitude, no voice needing to say "Amen!" or choir to herald "Hallelujah" anymore. This is enough, this meaningless communion, without creed or church. Here, worship is not done, is.
Blissfully Lost no Way
Lostness the Way
No desire to be found
Only to remain at rest, Here
in this Silence in this Stillness in this Sweet Embrace
with You inside our Love, inside us more intimate than inside
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You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.
*Henry David Thoreau. Walden.
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*Lotus of the Heart is a Work of Brian Kenneth Wilcox ~ a Hospice Chaplain, interspiritual author, writer, poet, bicyclist. Brian lives in North Florida, beside the Santa Fe River.
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