Hearing Is Not Seeing

In the twilight zone of life and living there are many strange occurrences which occupy both our time and attention. In the playground of the mind there is a tendency to lose one's self amongst the mirror and mirrors of our divine nature. Patiently waiting at the bus stop we await our turn in the time stream listening with intent in the hopes that perhaps this time the sound of our hopes and dreams will become an indelible part of our being and so with closed eyes and a fervent desire nothing happens.

In the quiet times of our searching for the unsearchable never let it be said that useless activity assures inaction because letting truth stand in the way of conviction is like saying that chocolate ice cream is the bee's knees.

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