Posted by: Zane Maser | March 13, 2018

RESTING ON A CLOUD

 

Look up to marvel.
Birds rest on the flow of air.
Witness whose Hand is.

The waves gently lap.
Fish glide through flowing water.
Witness whose Care is.

As our senses still,
let go, rest on softest cloud.
Witness whose Arms hold.

 


 

The Infinite Invisible is the silver-lined cloud,
the spiritual ease and treasure of Divine Grace.
Zane Maser, spiritual haiku-ist

 

If you took a seed and dissected it in an attempt to
find life in it, you could not, because it is not physical.
The life is not in the seed, and no one will ever find it there.
The seed is embedded in life, and life flows in
and out of the seed and around the seed and through it,
always there in its dormant state, but always invisible.
…But there is a life that acts upon the seed, in and
through it, causing it to break open, to form, and to
take root. There is an invisible life that does that.
Joel S. Goldsmith, Leave Your Nets

 


Other Spiritual Offerings:

• Heaven is Earth

• Constant Care

• The River of Supply

• Nothing Needs Adding

• It’s Already Present

• Fluent Ease


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Haiku poem © by Zane Maser, 2018. Photos gratefully used from Wikimedia Commons. All 2009-2018 rights of Zane Maser and SunnyCat Astrology reserved worldwide.

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My editorial master and technological wizard is Chris Maser, my joyful husband.



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