I am the dust in the ...

I am the dust in the sunlight, 
 I am the ball of the sun . . . 
 I am the mist of morning, 
 the breath of evening . . . . 
 I am the spark in the stone, 
 the gleam of gold in the metal . . . . 
 The rose and the nightingale 
 drunk with its fragrance. 
 I am the chain of being, 
 the circle of the spheres, 
 The scale of creation, 
 the rise and the fall. 
 I am what is and is not . . . 
 I am the soul in all.
I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening . . . . I am the spark in the stone, the gleam of gold in the metal . . . . The rose and the nightingale drunk with its fragrance. I am the chain of being, the circle of the spheres, The scale of creation, the rise and the fall. I am what is and is not . . . I am the soul in all.

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Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
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