‘A right to enter. A means of entering. The act of going in.’
(image from Right in Front of Me)
Along 礼品之路 we are reminded of Ingress.
What one of the ancients call ‘access’.
‘We have peace with God through Christ’, he says.
Christ ‘through whom we also have had our access … into this grace in which we stand.’
The Grace in which we stand.
His last breath.
‘And a darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, the sun’s light failing: and the veil of the temple was rent in the midst’, the story is told.
In a moment.
And I wonder when or how I lost my way?
From breathing my Origin’s presence?
Listening to the quiet whisper.
Our Origin, may you be known by all.
May you be the Source of Being.
Dawning in lives, from moment to moment.
May we receive You.
All of us.
May we receive from You.
Whatever we need, for this day, this moment.
All of us.
So that we may be beings who write off debts & set others free.
In realm upon realm.
So that we may live from love.
‘Like a tree planted by the streams of water.’
Meditating on Your Being.
Along 礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ), by (s)He who is the Way & the Gift.
All, at once.
And all at once.