Innerdialects

..my favorite place will always be the heart of God, found in the broken. You shy away the hurting place, but there I’ve found my oasis. There I’ve found refuge. There, breathe Secrets that the Living die for; there we stare down hell and damnation, if we would. Between a rock and a hard place, I find my Brook of Cherith, the Dew of a heaven we rummage for, in the debris of our doings. You ask how, uh huh, why? I’ll tell you what I find here- a certain aloneness that is de-clutters the brain from sensory response. Go alone three minutes, away from your usual, and you will see a new place even between your own eyes and the unseen, untouchable. Here, you might shed skin and habit, here we slow down to the stillness of our own spirit. Here, there are Surprises waiting. Here, ask, knock, seek, find. Then you believe, there’s a route right thru the desert storm, that mountain trail, that tide, these deathly tours. Yes, listen to the Chaos, listen like you’ve not done before, not to your mind, but to a Stillness waiting,an eye opening, in the Storm.