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There are gates in heaven that cannot be opened except by melody and song.
Shneur Zalman
of Liady
So, there were these 3 angels…
A competition was underway at the Monastery and all the monks were quite eager to do well. The Master had pointed out a very special tree that stood in the woods surrounding the monastery grounds and the monks had been asked to write a story or poem about this tree.
The mind is a runaway coach, and the driver never stops whipping the horses. But from inside the coach a voice whispers, "Please stop."
At first the team and driver ignore the voice. It is very soft; it never insists. Over time, however, the voice wins obedience, and the driver and the horses stop wildly galloping. Bit by bit they slow down until the mind is at rest.
There are songs and there are stories. Often they are one in the same. Some we were born with, others we join in mid-journey.
You see, every soul has its own melody before making the descent into this world. Down here, our original song gets covered up with many layers of noise.
Our quest for
self-understanding and closeness to God really is about quieting the noise of the world so that we can at last hear our own, original melody.
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