There are different states of self-remembering
and different states of prayer
and perhaps at a certain point on a journey of both,
they may lead to the same place,
a cross roads of sorts,
a place of stillness,
serenity,
where the divine just is.
All motion, words and thoughts cease,
like when a bird that flaps its wings to fly,
there comes a time when a gust of wind arrives,
and it must cease making efforts
in order to soar and allow the heavens to propel him.
~M
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