When I think about what does not change,
my first thought goes to our Earth in her rotation...
She changes constantly yet in a relatively predictable fashion.
As I contemplate further, I run smack into
"something so vast, so unnamable,
so unable to be grasped and held
something so present
there is no life without it."
And am dazzled to my core.
Some want to call this god.
(I called this god in my youth.)
But that label comes no where near
adequately naming this splendor.
It encompasses all while remaining intimately personal.
So intimate and personal I feel like whispering.
As Rosemerry says, "I turn again and again toward that."
Namaste'
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