The heart opens when the Breath of the Divine touches it;
the way a rose in the garden is caressed into opening by the morning mist.
With soft whisperings, It tells of a world of magic that awaits,
revealing itself only to eyes of innocence and a heart of purity.
It calls out to follow It in the early light of the dawn
with bare feet through the dew; to throw caution to the wind and dance to Its
song in the moonlit meadow.
Happiness is to live in the elegant wealth of the One Life; to own the
billions of twinkling diamonds of the night sky through our oneness, and to
dance the wild dance of the richly hued autumn leaves frolicking in the breeze.
The Breath of the Divine is that which reaches through the
heart of matter and the building blocks of life, to animate form and to whisper
of an unimaginable reality beyond our comprehension that reveals its full
tonality and luminosity only to an opened heart.
The journey of man has been steeped with care as he has
staggered under the weight of his imagined dream, a dream in which the twin
weights of responsibility and duty were shackled to his feet. To the one who awakens from his dream
of duty comes instead the revelation that life is beauty, that the never-ending
adventure of discovery of the greater self through our environment is a
tantalizing and exciting journey into the heart of magic.