Hours passed as you spoke of your journeys. We were apart for long years, and there was much to recount. Our laughter filled the gaps when there were no words.
After the reunion the trail began. The realization that, in so many separate years apart, separate people were born. Withdrawal began, for fear of self preservation. That self found apart was valued. It was all that was known and familiar. Seeing it being melded was perceived as the death off all that was its essence. Yet somehow they stayed.
Over hills of time and patience a new creature is born between the two. One a little of the old and a little of the new. It is a shared journey of unique paths, crossing where they might and diverging where they must. A similar memory shared, it is a life that serves the purpose of happiness and none other. If happiness should cease, then it will dissolve of its own.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
There will always be an origin, a journey, and a return. Without which, no understanding of self can be established.
Morning light is the symbol of the recognition that there is a dawning of hope even through the darkest night.
On this journey it must be remembered that you remain unchanged by what men have made of you.
If you only knew those who walk by you, fear would be impossible.
Morning light is the symbol of the recognition that there is a dawning of hope even through the darkest night.
On this journey it must be remembered that you remain unchanged by what men have made of you.
If you only knew those who walk by you, fear would be impossible.
Grains of thought
A river, given enough time, will wash away a mountain, a grain at a time. The smallest grain of thought can drastically alter the course of your life, just by having that same thought every day. A process is put into play, from these seemingly insignificant fragments, and mountains will be moved a day at a time.
Immortal Dreams
You've come here to find love, to relieve your fears and bow your head to relinquish the grief. Love is unyielding and rejuvenates all things. Here you will find love is water to the thirsty souls who have been to that vacuous desert of loneliness and despair and have emerged once again to live.
Those that search on far away shores, in long nights with dark waters crashing upon your buoyant souls, will find the beacon of love drawing you near. In time you will remember the waves and night were only inventions of the wayward soul. When and where love was born, love never leaves its source, the soul must only remember where to look.
It is the light of the soul remembered that is the only reason for life. Without this perception there is nothing. From nothing sprang everything into existence with one idea. I am light. Which also means, I am love. The light placed in the soul , a tiny spark, is never extinguish even by the darkest night, even as it seems to float upon the black sea of doubt.
The night sky becomes the reminder as we look up. Infinite sparks of light traveling on dark empty seas of black. A speck of light for each soul, and as above so below. When each soul remembers its purpose the dark will melt away in infinite light. As long as the stars remain in distance, alone and wandering, the night will remain. The only blackness that remains is the lack of remembrance. The remembrance of what you are is your salvation.
You are not a body. It can be a grotesque thing covered in appealing cloaks. It has potential for ultimate horror which can not be looked upon or tolerated. The body gave you the ability for action and reaction. The ability to choose and suffer consequence. To harm and be harmed in every way imaginable. You can't be an owner of a body and not recognize its vulnerability. It is the immortal covered in mortal flesh. The immortal falls asleep and in its dreams believes that it is mortal and is given the opportunity to act out dreams of being mortal. It can pretend to take life, make life, and watch its life terminate. It can play God for a while.
You have essentially dreamt you are free for a little while but you are only free in a narrow realm, a borrowed freedom, ending in death.
Return in grace and in peace. Bring no sorrow for there is no realm here in which it will have real meaning. There is only joy, for joy is what remains when you awake and realize you made a place of refuge for fear and pain yourself by housing it, by giving it reality and meaning.
Those that search on far away shores, in long nights with dark waters crashing upon your buoyant souls, will find the beacon of love drawing you near. In time you will remember the waves and night were only inventions of the wayward soul. When and where love was born, love never leaves its source, the soul must only remember where to look.
It is the light of the soul remembered that is the only reason for life. Without this perception there is nothing. From nothing sprang everything into existence with one idea. I am light. Which also means, I am love. The light placed in the soul , a tiny spark, is never extinguish even by the darkest night, even as it seems to float upon the black sea of doubt.
The night sky becomes the reminder as we look up. Infinite sparks of light traveling on dark empty seas of black. A speck of light for each soul, and as above so below. When each soul remembers its purpose the dark will melt away in infinite light. As long as the stars remain in distance, alone and wandering, the night will remain. The only blackness that remains is the lack of remembrance. The remembrance of what you are is your salvation.
You are not a body. It can be a grotesque thing covered in appealing cloaks. It has potential for ultimate horror which can not be looked upon or tolerated. The body gave you the ability for action and reaction. The ability to choose and suffer consequence. To harm and be harmed in every way imaginable. You can't be an owner of a body and not recognize its vulnerability. It is the immortal covered in mortal flesh. The immortal falls asleep and in its dreams believes that it is mortal and is given the opportunity to act out dreams of being mortal. It can pretend to take life, make life, and watch its life terminate. It can play God for a while.
You have essentially dreamt you are free for a little while but you are only free in a narrow realm, a borrowed freedom, ending in death.
Return in grace and in peace. Bring no sorrow for there is no realm here in which it will have real meaning. There is only joy, for joy is what remains when you awake and realize you made a place of refuge for fear and pain yourself by housing it, by giving it reality and meaning.
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