In the realm of contemplative quiet, beyond all ideas, beyond our rainbowed images of God and self, beyond belief, we share the same silence. We are rooted all together in the ground of consciousness.We are all brought to life through that one spirit that is unfathomable loving energy.

In this field-beyond-image, our joining is absolute. There is nothing we can do to change it. When the Islamic mullah prays with true and quiet heart, the souls of the Iowa farmer and the Welsh miner are touched. When the gong sounds in the Japanese monastery and the monks enter into the timeless silence of zazen, their quiet nourishes the hearts of the Brazilian indian and the Manhattan executive.

When Christians and Jews pray with true willingness, the Hindu scientist and the Russian policeman are enriched. Thus when you struggle with your own mind, seeking that quiet open beyondness that may or may not come, you do this as much for others as for yourself, and you are helped by the struggles of others in ways beyond all understanding.

Even in the activities of daily life, any act of compassion, however small, somehow touches everyone if done with a true spirit of willingness. Every particle of love, every fleeting moment of willingness, is like another drop of rain on a dry earth.

Minister Belinda