Don’t ask, what is my spiritual practice. Ask, what is God's spiritual practice. I Am. The pulse of my heartbeat is the name of the Friend. The silence flowing through my breath is the Holy Spirit. My body is the garden where Issa meets Magdalene at dawn. Do they kiss? They kiss. Wisdom and Ecstasy, twin serpents spiraled on the tree of life, my spine. Sweet
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