Dear Miracle

Setting free the beautiful truth inside.

The Ocean in a Drop of Water

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Ocean in a Drop3I am but a string, upon which all my memories

are strung,

upon which all my existences run.

Jeweled beads one by one rest on me,

though I am not the beads.

Memory to memory, life to life and all that lies between,

I am the string, the ocean in a drop of water—

not separate from.

The same string that runs through you and me,

the thread of being that knits the seams of everything.

Woven of light, the exhalation of God weaving through

me and you, the stars, a child’s laughter, a grieving mother,

the deepest sea.

There is no other but the breath of God.

 

I’ve been here forever, so have you.

 

© 2014 Shoshana Wolfington

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Author: dearmiracle

The hardest thing you will ever do is tell yourself the truth. This is about that. Vulnerability, becoming comfortable with ambiguity and answers that don't always arrive when we think they should. Living in that liminal space, a threshold of not always knowing becomes a sweet spot, a place of opening again and again.

3 thoughts on “The Ocean in a Drop of Water

  1. Let if flow;
    Let it flow;
    Let it flow.

    This is when you know it is The Sacred Spirit speaking through you.

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  2. Thanks, Tom! I almost feel guilty putting my name on this as it seemed to just flow out of my pen.

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  3. Beautiful writing!

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