We fell into silence, both of us keeping our own secrets of what we’d suffered in the other’s absence. I wondered if we were trying to protect each other or simply didn’t want to admit to our own fears and weaknesses.
The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.
For what is prayer but the expansion of yourself into the living ether?
I cannot teach you how to pray in words, God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.
And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and the forests and the mountains.
But you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayer in your hers, and if you but listen in the stillness of the night you shall hear them saying in silence,
"Our God, who art our winged self, it is thy will in us that willeth [..] thou art our need; and in giving us more of thyself thou gives us all."
God made the illusion look real and He made the real look as if it didn’t exist. He covered the sea but revealed the foam. He concealed the wind but revealed the dust.
The world’s an old sorcerer, selling moonlight as silk for the gold and silver of your life. When you come to your senses you see there is no silk and all your gold and silver pieces are gone.
From this magic market you can only take refuge in the Truth.