The soul breathes as energy, completely absorbed, held still as stone – then squeezed like a sponge painting the world juicy.
Like the growth of muscle, the soul too must fail in order to exhale. Without perspiring fully the soul cannot respire ever greater magic.
A God-fearing man is not superstitious, rather, fearless in the face of failure, shame or loss since his limits are not defined by the past.
There is an “I” that creates, holding the cosmos in his heart; and, there is an “I” who receives creation. Thus, I and my Father are one.
Like waves at high tide, spiritual healing occurs with cycles of profound penetration and withdrawing, calling forth wholeness from within.
That which is of the Father provides for the future by planting the seeds of today. The first sojourn step contains all that is to come.