LOVE – hidden within the gray

But love of God
hath so absorbed me
that neither love
nor hate
of any other thing
remains in my heart.

Rābiʻa

 

Yesterday was a foggy summer morning.  The air had taken on form and texture.  Like a freshly painted canvas, it was heavy and wet with soft, silvery hues.  A subtle radiance seeped through the thinner layers of the fog, revealing the presence of light.

While in many ways this was a typical coastal California foggy day, it felt instead almost hallowed   A tranquil, loving gentleness en...