“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
“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
The Soul is that which one is..
The Soul of you..listens to the human she occupies… to
catch the glimpses of being heard…
The human may hear the Soul she is…through the space of
in this not knowing..
where human is ecstatically silent of mind and thought..
listens through the wakened senses….
to what the Soul does long for…
One is guided lightly ….. by this Soul…..Dreaming…
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.” ― Anne Sexton
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