Presence

I forget that it does not matter how far or how fast I move, but only how much of myself I take along for the journey.

The Invitation, Oriah

And I learned that the ecstasy of mango juice on my tongue and union with Spirit are not as different as I once thought.

The Invitation, Oriah

And I am careful not to participate, even by remaining silent, in another’s efforts to diminish the enormity in our lives.

The Invitation, Oriah

The split between Spirit and matter is in our thinking, our way of speaking it. I touch God when I caress the face of a lover, hold the Beloved when my son’s hand is in mine, breathe in Spirit when I catch the scent of the sun on the breeze. The world offers itself to me in a thousand ways and I ache with an awareness of how in frequently I am bale

I want to make love to the world by the way I live in it, the way I am with myself and other everyday.

The Invitation, Oriah

I want to receive the beauty that reminds me that there is no separation - that each act while I am fully awake cannot help but be both prayer and lovemaking.

The Invitation, Oriah