Until Your Own Dawn

everything in this world is a luminous divine dream
I have spun.

I did not know life was a fabric woven by my soul.
Any form that can appear to you-should I confess this?-
it is something I made.
All roots nurse from me.
God’s art is mine.  I did not want His divine talent.
It simply grew in my heart from
the way I

Existence is a s a young child moving through
a lane at night;

it wanted to
hold my

Here, dear earth, hold me,
until your own

— St. Catherine of Siena

Posted by | Paul Reynolds
Paul has been a yoga teacher on the Island of Kauai for many years and is the facilitator of the weekly Living the Question Blog - a repository of wisdom and inspiration. Paul also produces and hosts Le Guru is You Radio Show, showcasing everyday gurus.

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