To Touch the Face of God

The formless and ineffable source and pattern of the cosmos.

Song of the Abbey

In an ancient abbey on a remote hilltop they sang to their god in harmony.

A series of what others of a more conventionally religious persuasion might call revelations.

Internal or external, the path to peace is the same.

One who travels to a shrine or holy place

What is this fabled state of being he wondered. After many years of contemplation, he thought perhaps he might know.

And here you are, at the center of eternity, the end point of all. You are out of the physical realm here, all is pure thought.

The urge to write seems to be a purge, to be taken from time to time to express what it is one believes one has learnt.

Why is there something rather than nothing, he mused. Does life have any purpose.

As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.