Presence

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

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 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

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

The Invitation, Oriah

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