I am confused this morning. Yogis say the seat of the Guru is the forehead. Zen masters say, the belly. But my Lord's throne is everywhere. Each cell of my body is a temple of bewilderment. Conversation requires words. Communion requires silence. The silence of Lover and Beloved, listening. Is it one or two? This blessed morning, Love empties my mind and fills my heart with a holy confusion.
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