Awakening is a horrible relief and is indeed gloriously difficult….it is not a “seasonal” situation….
Consciously one turns and recognizes the souvenirs…. of each bridge crossed
“There are two paths for anyone who is seeking to learn that which is kept hidden. One is to initiate into a society, secret or not, with traditions that are well-established. The other is to seek one’s own path and to forge the way by trial and error. Either choice is dangerous. In order to master the mysteries of the universe, one must bridge heaven and earth. The bridge is a world in itself.” ― Thomas Lloyd Qualls, Painted Oxen
The Light is its own brilliance. It lends a deep bend to our awareness of the Self in such a way, that the reflection startles our acceptance to all we are uncomfortable seeing….and showing….as one witnesses the void in another’s soul…they too….see yours…..
There is a reflection of Self..in ALL that we place our senses into….
“When an incidental color or a random fragrance takes possession of our imagination, we can unexpectedly blossom into a new entity as it gives us wings and enlightens our horizon, just like canary birds that feel stimulated and start singing as soon as they sense the radiance of the sun through the reflection of the skylight”. Erik Pevernagie
“Crossing the Bridge: This process we’re sharing is a path towards better alignment… Attune to the rhythms of your life as if you could see it as sheet music.” ― Helen S. Rosenau, The Messy Joys of Being Human
Harmony summons source energy in ways one could never imagine…..
To experience fully what is not…..and love what is……the highest good for all naturally, organically …happens
Be with the flow…align and make a rhythm out of it….
“If you can take radical responsibility for one thing this year, let it be your vibration, your alignment, your energy, You cannot out do, out work or out skill the instruction your energy is giving to your life.” ― Peta Kelly, Earth is Hiring:
If I cried out, who would hear me up there, among the angelic orders?Rainer Maria Rilke
We reach for words to speak in a voice that is both intimate and majestic on the mysteries of human life and reveal our attempt to translate the angels language….. to use our self-consciousness to some advantage…. to transcend, through our art and the imagination, our self-deception and our fear.
There is no gentle here, but oh how it longs to be tender, and oh how it yearns to be soft.
All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.
I’ll take this soul that’s inside me now…. like a brand new friend I’ll forever know…