Where words fail and thoughts - even the most refined or on-point -
appear as the mental chatter they are, like horses at the race track
heaving their disciplined weight on an eliptical course, always new and the same,
there is the Word to bring you onto earth for grounding, or raise you
to inner heights nearer to its own realm.
By whichever Name of God the Word informs your intonation,
sober concentration holds the promise of entering meditation -
and this, the promise of absorption in the Name, which is the Word
as it absorbs. Mantra in action blesses action.
Your weaknesses are hardly of import, indulging guilt a trap and distraction.
Your strengths are nothing, considered against the still, all-consuming power
of the Word. That Word is formless, and has its form in mantra, taking form
in those embodying the Name of God in their own person.
Learn what it is to speak the Word once, and right.
It may take you a lifetime.
Meanwhile we study, we speak, we reflect, we write.
Spirit moves in the form willing to allow it,
love burns with devotion for conscious Being.
Grace may come, but in the Beginning was the Word.
