by Ellen Grace O'Brian

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Listen with presence
like the fingers of a cellist
listen to the strings

Like the moon listens to the sun
like a bee listens to the fuchsia bell
and loses himself in the whorl

Like the mind listens to the heart
tastes the sound of bliss
and meets the Self again.

-- from The Moon Reminded Me, by Ellen Grace O'Brian

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The Moon Reminded Me Living for the Sake of Your Soul A Single Blade of Grass: Finding the Sacred in Everyday Life Living The Eternal Way: Spiritual Meaning and Practice for Daily Life