Ann Keiffer

The Ineffable

It happens at random,
most often in nature.
I am seized by ecstatic love
for some random beauty…
and the love consumes me.
It slips me loose
from separateness,
subsuming me into the felted-wool
of the Holy Living All,
the joy and wonder
of the One-With.

Ann Keiffer
March, 2021

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About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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