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Dec 2018
The Divine is all there is: Beauty, Love and Joy, Wholeness.

It is never hidden but we may be lost in parts of it,

Aiming only for a potato, a sock, a few dollars or a million,

Forgetting the Full Meal, the Full Clothing, The Infinite Treasury.



When, by Grace, we begin to remember,

We begin to share,

To reveal the Sacred Everywhere,

Consecrating our World.
Written by
Steve Sufian
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