Here is my poem on threading the eye of the needle.
We arise and live inseparable
from the Formless, the Unknowable, the Great Weaver, the Divine
yet we forget this our deepest connection
and find we are lost
living in the eye of the needle
walking in a fog
hunting for something.
The hunt takes on a life of its own
and we hunt for the hunt.
We are so lost
we have even forgotten
what it is that we have lost.
We search for the way through
and in the search itself
we cannot thread our way through.
We wonder, “Why is there so much angst and distress in our world?”
We are battling against ourselves.
Go within. Be in the still silence.
We clear the way as we focus on, realize our divinity.
We are the link to heaven on earth.
Our struggle is because we are struggling
against not being able to find our way.
Pause just for a moment.
Understand as you connect back to yourself –
you connect to all of us and the All.
Follow the thread through the eye.
Find yourself on the other side
back where you started
a child in the arms of the Divine.
Come back to yourself.
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