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O these places that don't know yet they are Love, that don't know how included they are in the All.
When one of these finally feels the touch of the Heart after eons in the dark, what a cascade of tears , of tenderness, of heart swelling, of gratitude , of utter commitment to know and be this Love everywhere.
The unraveling of what binds us to the dream of separateness as Love shepherds all back into the Fold.
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Dear Pema ...You are truly One Sweet Shepherd...thank you for your infinitely sweet pull...♥
Posted by: Leslie | 11/25/2011 at 08:51 AM
Dearest Mags, Lovely image that I remember from my childhood. Even though I left the religion of my childhood many years ago; and still don't feel this complete Love that you speak of, there are times when I feel the en-fold-ment of being wrapped in the fold metaphorically once again - and the dream fades... Love to you! Christine
Posted by: Christine | 11/25/2011 at 09:30 AM
Leslie, the Rock. Sweet hugs.
Posted by: Pema Mags | 11/25/2011 at 11:18 AM
I don't feel this Love all the time either Christine. The taste of it comes and goes.
Sweet affection to you.
Posted by: Pema Mags | 11/25/2011 at 02:54 PM