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
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…
“I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.” ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Bones hold in their marrow..shapes and sounds
Evidence of gravity-bound
Soul touches the remembering
of the courage bones are made of…
As the Bones speak with their “inside” voice… saying…
“Never the same again”
“For the discovery of self we have to overcome the fear of self, so as to find the marrow ‘within’ and disclose our ‘true’ self.” ― Erik Pevernagie
We are having a temporary experience, as eternal Spiritual Beings, manifested as the Divine One walking. This rhythm we step to is of the Soul. The lull of expectations and the swiftness of our recognition of our mastery collide and the dance is ever changing in this perfect moment of Now.
You realize the speed at
which you are going to move while ascending. You can reckon the speed at which
you were going while descending. In between, you are too engrossed in the
“Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.” ― Mary Balogh, Simply Perfect