my morning prayer

sharing the flow of my morning prayer…………

I am greeting the morning in the quiet of this humble shelter given to me, listening to the gentle Voice of the Spirit flowing….. flowing through me, listening to how the heart purifies it, and how it touches my body from the inside….aware of how it awakens my seeing……and allows me a glimpse through the eyes of the Spirit and through some divine grace allows me to glimpse your heart as well…..as a heart surrendered to the divine light through the faith in Love, through the experience of Love as it has come in such a variety of ways.
How can it be anything but grace that lets us share in this transforming flame that ignites and sparks and glows, as it burns away what is not love…………but it does not burn our being…..as a chalice for this purest wine pouring from the heaven of our souls……………
the cup is cleaned and filled….and prepared to receive…..and we know a flow that touches us in a way that is beyond all other gifts…..the grace that transforms everything.

It is never any less of a miracle when the moment comes….it is always new….always transforming and enlivening and energizing and renewing….and you are going to let it move you in its turning and turning and spinning love….whoever is near you will feel the stirring…because it is within them too
Distance is nothing to those who come to know this Spirit….it flows where it flows where it flows……
The Spirit is pushing the boundaries of my heart…..expanding the vision to feel how all hearts exist in the greater Heart……….and all souls exist in the greater Soul……and to see how they are fed by the Spring of Love that flows into them…..flows upward like a fountain and falls upon us like a fountain ………..showering and basking in the morning dew of Love….

messengers we are……….carrying messages and visions of love……………to make each person aware the creative power is circling and available to all……………
We bless the spaces between us, because they open us to the flow…………….may our surrender be an eternal one……………ever open to receive…………the silken threads….the golden rays of warmth……..the flowing hair of the beloved………………….the surrender and longing that invites the movement of life itself

sweet morning to you……………

vision of the distant fifer
by rassouli
http://www.rassouli.com