I found the Divine within my Heart.
Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.
Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.
Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.
The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.