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Faith

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Move me, oh universe, let your quiet force take me softly outside of all illusion, outside of every assumption, beyond even the tiniest fear. Let me fall into you. Let me walk this path never touching the ground, and let those who witness say that there can be no other explanation for how she traveled so far and so wide, except that she was taken up on wings of a power so great, as if to spiral inside and outside of it all, bridging heaven and earth, turning all hearts homeward, and all this in great, crashing, waves of joy.

Faith is me standing outside of all it, and then, with no hesitation, taking big, gaping, sloppy, steps into the eye of the storm. Faith is feeling the wind ripping at my body and surrendering to it, and letting it carry me, wondrously awaiting where I will land.

Faith is living from my heart, and settling for nothing less than this; tenderly coaxing it out into the open, and watching it beat brave and strong. Faith is feeling the magnificent electromagnetic force not to be reckoned with, awestruck by its power to heal, to bring hope, to bring peace. Faith is knowing that there is nothing of greater importance than my relationship with my heart, for the courage it gives to dig down deep for truth, outside of my own, and their own preferred frame of reference.

And yet, I ask myself, do I have enough faith?--and from the force of my heart, with power to move mountains, I am set free as I answer myself with another question:

And so what does "enough faith" look like?

And to this there is no answer, except that which rises up from deep within my Soul, in all its infinite wisdom, and echos outside of time: "Yes, exactly."

And I fall to my knees, and know, that there is no need to look for my faith, nor must I fan its flames...I need only go beyond the illusion, outside of time, outside of measurements, outside of existence, to all that is; where faith has always resided effortlessly, although far, far, beyond our earthly definitions, and limitations of it.

Outside of any, and I mean any question, is faith, and it begins with the answer, I don't understand anything.

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