Blessed are we who dare to live lovingly, openly, trustingly in the in-between.
May our flight be exalted as we eschew frightened clinging for liberated soaring.
May our feet leave the ground, and may we know that the world has not fallen away…
We have risen.
May our greatest proselytizing come not from what we say, but from how we say it.
Not from what we do, but from how much compassionate acceptance, joyful peace, and boundless love we embody as we do it.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
We have been hungering for ourselves.
And, in moments of transcendent communion, our hearts echo with a single sound…