For thousands of years, when you needed Grace, you thought of Krishna, you thought of Kwan Yin, you thought of Amitaba, you thought of Jesus. And for the briefest moment, a cool breeze came in the burning noon of your separateness.
But the Savior lingered only for a moment, the duration of a name. Jesus came into this world and departed, ascending to heaven. The Guest of your heart did not stay.
O friend, is there not a more constant way? A nourishing wind that greens your forest soul and seeds the meadows of your flesh each day, wafting soft light at dawn, then gentle evening rain?
If you yearn for love, just welcome the Guest who never leaves, the Christ who never departed. Repose in the grace of your own heartbeat. Receive eternal salvation from this very breath.