Dance of Chance

[Guest guest]

Somewhere,

in between

reality and

illusion,

love and fear,

duality and

nonduality,

sinner and

saint,

truth and

lie,

there exists

a crevice,

a line so

fine as to be nearly invisible.

One day,

while walking

barefoot in the snow

with your

nose close to the ground in search of food,

you trip and

fall into the abyss of the crevice.

In the falling

you suddenly realize that you are gazing

into the compassionate

eyes of the One

Who is gently

cradling you in warm and loving arms.

Love, Mary

 

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