Contemplation and Action, Give Life
In the depths of contemplation lies the profound discovery of an intimate, undeniable connection. It's an embrace of life, an unequivocal affirmation within us all. It transcends names, embraces, or doctrines. It's the essence of existence, the very core of our being.
This Presence, call it what you will—True Self, Holy Spirit, or Uncreated Grace—is innate, closer than our breath. It's both timeless and yet requires awakening, a conscious reception. It's a presence that demands recognition, reverence, and utilization to thrive. None of us is flawless, yet saints and mystics grasp an ontological wholeness—a divine gift, not earned but freely given. This essence, untouched by our actions, sits in our core, ready to guide when all else falters. The True Self isn't taught compassion; it embodies it. From this place of depth and grounding, empathy, forgiveness, and love flow effortlessly.
We're born of love, for love, and to love, a truth that fuels our actions. Action isn’t mere busyness or activism; it's a sincere engagement with the world's suffering, transcending boundaries and affiliations. In the dance of contemplation and action, they harmonize, transform, and give life. The steps change, but the guiding presence remains—allowing us to follow along in this eternal rhythm of existence.
May the depths of contemplation unveil the undeniable connection within, embracing life's essence, transcending names or doctrines,
guiding us towards compassion and love in every action,
in this eternal dance of existence.
In the silent depths of contemplation, Resides a truth, profound and intimate, An undeniable thread, binding us to life's embrace, A resounding affirmation within every soul. It defies names, doctrines, or bounds, An essence pure, the very core of being, This Presence, a mystery by many names— True Self, Holy Spirit, Uncreated Grace. Closer than breath, it lingers innate, Timeless, yet dormant, awaiting awakening, A presence seeking recognition, reverence, Yearning for utilization to thrive. Flawed we are, yet saints and seers envision A completeness not earned but bestowed, An untouched essence at our core, A beacon in the darkest hour. This True Self, the embodiment of compassion, From this depth, empathy springs forth, Forgiveness flows as a natural current, Love, the guiding force of our existence. Action transcends the mundane, It's the engagement with world's cries, A dance between contemplation and action, Harmonizing, transforming, giving life. In this eternal rhythm of existence, The steps may change, yet the presence endures, Guiding us through the undulating journey, Toward compassion, toward love—our eternal pursuit.