The Magdalene Kneels

Inescapably, there is no decision and therein lies the freedom. What is not true is brought to the river for submersion. What is true emerges pure and wholly simple. Receive all it. The Magdalene kneels here and washes away even the need for salvation. The real world awaits this separation from separation. In this borderless space, we have joined.

I think that day by the river in Vermont, we sat and walked on sinless, holy ground. Fearing love was not possible. The river ran fast and furiously but on those banks, I had never been safer in my entire life. We were received as a gift. We prodigals fell into a father's embrace.

Does any time remain? In the absence of choice, perhaps not. In so, our river-walk has passed, yet We have not. Let the dead bury the dead and be forgotten in peace. And this is why chickadee's and red winged blackbirds and you exist – a reminder there is only now in the forever of one.