What does it sound like when eternity whispers intimately into our ear? Can we separate ourselves enough from the cacaphony of our thinking and worldly living to hear the wisp of knowing that turns us inexorably toward spirit? When the head bows its acceptance, vistas of reality open up before us, whether we end up standing on a mountain top surveying the vast landscape of infinite possibilities for existing or we engage in the simplest of activities, like sweeping the veranda. If you know who you are, it is all very simple. Just a whisper for it all to become undone.
