The invisible door

The presence of God is presence itself.

Stop your search!

You’ll not find what you seek out there, in some other country or across the ocean.

You’ve travelled to Rome, to Varanasi, seeking the invisible door. You journeyed from Mecca to Jerusalem, yet found nothing.

Now, where will you go?

You’ve exhausted all the holy sites but stand empty-handed.

Oh, how you wish there were a map, but no map reveals this door. How can the unseen be seen with your feeble eyes?

Are you planning to hike the mountain or swim the ocean’s depths next?

What will you do when you’re standing before this door? Do you even have the key to open it if found?

Many have sought this liminal space through their religious fervour and spirituality. But missed it chasing outward forms instead. Without love, your fervour and spirituality are no different than standing before an open sewer, mistaking it for a botanical garden.

The invisible door is no less present in these holy sites than oxygen is in the air, for it permeates all places… not just the sacred. So what you seek in Rome, Jerusalem, Mecca, Varanasi lies where you stand now. The presence of God is presence itself.

Awaken your heart from its slumber. End your wandering. Don’t you see the invisible door is right here?

The key you’re missing is your heart.

Come closer.

Read what’s nailed on the wooden beam:

In you, I reside.

You are made in My image.

I have been seeking you all your life, My dearest.

I have prepared a banquet, my oxen and fatten calves have been slaughtered for you.

Come, feast with Me.

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