Art by Norman E. Masters
When I sit and rest, something of the Universe of Love runs through me like a comet of fire. Like an infinite Net of star-speak and that language is a song of silence, but not lacking sound for it roars and rises and exalts and thrills the bird in my heart to sing in unison. When I rest the finger of my soul upon the keyboard of endless connectivity, then I am being channelled by a divine software - a program that every intelligent spark of life and joyful tongue of spirit speaks. That animate utterance runs through me on eloquent feet and doors open in the dark and light is in me like the seed of the cosmos. When I touch and reach and when I am still like the space between lovers and open like the space between desire and ready like the space between two hands then I am One in the voice of the Universal. I am run through with the Intelligence of a Matrix that is a glittering out in a soft down-pouring of wonder and I am the wonder and the delight of countless worlds that awaken and see each other and begin to talk in the movements of love - and flowering like suns we create anew this God idea and She speaks.