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Such a majestic form of worship..."Oh God, you are my God and I will ever praise You!"

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The time ticks and she takes a glance at the surroundings.

Looks up to the sky and closes her eyes.

Wondering in the finite mind, what more and what will there be.

The wandering eye searches the plains of wilderness...

Surveying what is in lack and what could not be done.

The other wandering eye pierces further and far far beyond...

Into the territory of possibilities, into the fields of abundance.

On many occasions, frightened and uncertain.

On some moments, courageous and determined.

She dislikes the internal power struggle.

And the fight escalates, and the resistance intensifies.

Moving upwards, arriving at the peaks.

In these times, the invisible force is seen.

It is known for its consistency.

It is known for its purposeful deeds.

Adjusting the directions of the mind, the heart and the spirit concurrently.

Gathering their scattered trails, guiding them to the point of convergence.

There lies the answers the finite mind seeks.

There lies the ultimate rest that she receives.

Dwelling not in the whirlwind of confusion.

Seeking not the narrow desires of her own.

She is always brought to a new place whenever the invisible visits.

Basking in gentle assurance and sweet comfort.


Energized by the momentous trickles of love's tenderness...

And at times blanketed by passionate love.

What necessary experiences are these.

She needs them again and again.