Awaiting the fingerless contact the call, the message, the voice with many voices sitting, listening, being within the withinless, that all penetrable love - like a fish in the ocean who searches for water, I have been seeking God. But who can see their own eyes? How can I desire what I possess? Little by little, the mirror is being cleaned. Step by step I am finding my way back to the Eternal Self somewhat hesitant, knowing when I arrive, I'll have to leave my little self behind.
