I don't think I've felt truly alone in quite some time. Yet as I sit here late at night, with a mind full of clamor, I wonder about the eternal oneness we are as a whole being. I always had put the notion of solitude on the back burner. However, if one is to really ponder the idea of one being, we must then be alone, as one. Not to say there is not an infinite display of the magnificence of our existence, just that loneliness could very well be on of the most natural attributes of our worldly selves.
Could we possibly be denying ourselves of one of the most richest treasures, by shunning our loneliness? Is it sadness that is at the root? It feels so different. Sadness comes from losing something or someone, a connection that becomes ruptured. But if we are all one, we can't be losing, or for that matter gaining, anything. I like to think we are just culminating the essence of light, the divine ember that animates all of time & space and the dimensions beyond...
Is the emptiness I feel just a portal into a deeper abyss, where I might find new worlds. Why is it I reminisce to the days of past, which i can no longer touch. Somewhere in time they are preserved, if only my gaze could pierce through my daydreaming. If only this moment is all I have, I wonder why am I not digging deeper.
The isolation only seems to induce me further into a slumber. I am not lost, but I no longer know of my whereabouts. I know I should be here, but I can not fathom why I would desire such a venture. What has been forgotten? What truth evades me, and why am I tumbling through this fallacy?!
Why am I yearning for something completely unknown? Why does it permeate me so intricately? Why do I dream of realms beyond the Earth? If this is who I am, what am I to do? Why do i feel so distant from all, when truly I feel the being within coursing through me, and can feel the resonance rippling from every living entity on the planet & beyond the cosmos. If I am so endowed with insight to reach out a hand to humanity, why am I among those who have their heads so distraught in anguish they cannot even see the beauty of the light of the sun & moon? They walk the earth as if only a light bulb was screwed in for household chores...
WHERE is the key to unlock the potential for uplifting the human race?? if there are so many light workers, why not get to WORK! Goodness gracious why are we wasting time with trivial, material, & visceral matters!
Where are the rainforests?! Where are the angels?? Where are the healers of the sick, tired & hungry? why are people still dying??? people still lying?? why is the light not illuminating the darkness????
I know so intimately the weight of the darkness, & the piercing sharpness of light.. it cannot be too heavy to impale! I KNOW! something is holding back... WE are not recognizing the greatness within ourselves yet to its FULLEST; we haven't yet believed in the mystery in its WHOLENESS; We have not radiated the fervor of joy to is BRIGHTEST!
So I implore you (*& of course myself, I mean we are only the one self, so I suppose it is a joint venture, lol) to embrace the solitude you might find yourself in. savor the inner silence
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Archangel
There are those who have wings, and still choose to trek the Earth. Even though they might have the ability to soar above and glide across the clouds, they decide rather to walk amongst those who roam the solid ground. Even though there are limitless bounds at their wingtips, they find themselves intrigued by the forest, mountains, and oceans.
A wingspan is not only useful for taking to skies, but they have woven within them noble intricacies. I have found a gallant stride comes from more than just your footsteps, but it comes with a graceful presence. It stems from the beacon of kinship. To know that the rainbow arcing across the far off horizon is truly a beam of one light, and only by reflection is it displayed into its many colors. So walks the winged paladin, in a quest to only bring forth the rains so the light can burrow through the mystic matter of water.
It is only below the clouds that the raindrops fall, so must the light warrior go. Through the eyes of heaven, not only can thee see the woes of broken wings, but as well the treasures that can only be found by glancing ever so closely upon the rocky terrain. It is only do we find gems, when we exhume through the rubble of caves. Deep beneath the shadows lie the most precious shimmering jewels! But alas, with no light they can not scintillate their unique hue. So they must be brought back to the sun, where the glare magnifies their glisten…
The archangel is the seeker, and even though their knowledge pertains to the divine and is coursing through their body & permeating their mind, their curiosity to know the stones sailed adrift, beckons them…Is it not the only way in eternity to truly become more and evolve and breach the threshold of heaven? A grain of sand is truly perceived as magnificence, in the wake of the Archangel.
Walk for so long on this grand earth, however, and wings will retract. And now the knight walks with a heavier tread. Has the valiant brigade forgotten of its duties to protect the life strewn across this dreamy pearl in the cosmic abyss? For hence we have been born from source and only have imagined delicate realms of sovereign beauty! So it is truly not a matter of chance our curiosity to have seen the meadows of flowers, plateaus of forest ridden mountains, cackling jungles with their gushing mists of waterfalls…NO, not chance but fate sticking like a thorn in destiny, a choice made by its own consequences, perfect design, intertwined and woven into the fabric. A tapestry of impulses, the twine of our thoughts creating a beautiful mural.
Love, the driving force that seems to somehow grant success even in the most perilous circumstances. But it seems to overcome any rigid, malignant torrent. It bears armor that is impenetrable, for its enduring nature supercedes that of this tangible world. It is a chain mail that links and binds within its own filaments! Donned by any who discover the ancient truth of pure charisma, it cannot be flaunted! So only when humility is rekindled within the flesh of a being, does one assimilate back into its pristine state of intuitiveness. In touch within and without, complete integration into the matrix. Shedding of its own permeability for it is now immersed in the sea!
If you are venturing off with the weight of grief & sorrow, and bearing despair & anguish, you not need to look above or below. In fact, do not engage with your gaze, just unfurl and splay your wings! Remember the descent you once took and remember your vehemence to LIVE! Know that by your own accord you have been led here to this earth, only so you may experience the ardor of lifting off once more. The sensation of embarking once more into the kingdom of heaven is a JOY unmatched by none other than the eternal quest in which we seek to understand our gift of life endowed upon us. What is unveiled is that the entities that soar its ocean of clouds are truthfully the ones who imbue fervor upon its boundless horizons…
As a regal cherub, I summon all! WE must brighten our domain, with each and every incandescent, we rely on our fleet to fulfill destiny of the universe!
Abandon desolation, pursue abundance
Dissipate disbelief, impress conviction
Banish hatred, radiate light
Relinquish fear, profess LOVE
Avow your heart with nobility! Proclaim divine presence, the herald is here, don your breastplate & unravel your feathered limbs and let the air of this world lift you into REJOICE!
Bask in the glory
A wingspan is not only useful for taking to skies, but they have woven within them noble intricacies. I have found a gallant stride comes from more than just your footsteps, but it comes with a graceful presence. It stems from the beacon of kinship. To know that the rainbow arcing across the far off horizon is truly a beam of one light, and only by reflection is it displayed into its many colors. So walks the winged paladin, in a quest to only bring forth the rains so the light can burrow through the mystic matter of water.
It is only below the clouds that the raindrops fall, so must the light warrior go. Through the eyes of heaven, not only can thee see the woes of broken wings, but as well the treasures that can only be found by glancing ever so closely upon the rocky terrain. It is only do we find gems, when we exhume through the rubble of caves. Deep beneath the shadows lie the most precious shimmering jewels! But alas, with no light they can not scintillate their unique hue. So they must be brought back to the sun, where the glare magnifies their glisten…
The archangel is the seeker, and even though their knowledge pertains to the divine and is coursing through their body & permeating their mind, their curiosity to know the stones sailed adrift, beckons them…Is it not the only way in eternity to truly become more and evolve and breach the threshold of heaven? A grain of sand is truly perceived as magnificence, in the wake of the Archangel.
Walk for so long on this grand earth, however, and wings will retract. And now the knight walks with a heavier tread. Has the valiant brigade forgotten of its duties to protect the life strewn across this dreamy pearl in the cosmic abyss? For hence we have been born from source and only have imagined delicate realms of sovereign beauty! So it is truly not a matter of chance our curiosity to have seen the meadows of flowers, plateaus of forest ridden mountains, cackling jungles with their gushing mists of waterfalls…NO, not chance but fate sticking like a thorn in destiny, a choice made by its own consequences, perfect design, intertwined and woven into the fabric. A tapestry of impulses, the twine of our thoughts creating a beautiful mural.
Love, the driving force that seems to somehow grant success even in the most perilous circumstances. But it seems to overcome any rigid, malignant torrent. It bears armor that is impenetrable, for its enduring nature supercedes that of this tangible world. It is a chain mail that links and binds within its own filaments! Donned by any who discover the ancient truth of pure charisma, it cannot be flaunted! So only when humility is rekindled within the flesh of a being, does one assimilate back into its pristine state of intuitiveness. In touch within and without, complete integration into the matrix. Shedding of its own permeability for it is now immersed in the sea!
If you are venturing off with the weight of grief & sorrow, and bearing despair & anguish, you not need to look above or below. In fact, do not engage with your gaze, just unfurl and splay your wings! Remember the descent you once took and remember your vehemence to LIVE! Know that by your own accord you have been led here to this earth, only so you may experience the ardor of lifting off once more. The sensation of embarking once more into the kingdom of heaven is a JOY unmatched by none other than the eternal quest in which we seek to understand our gift of life endowed upon us. What is unveiled is that the entities that soar its ocean of clouds are truthfully the ones who imbue fervor upon its boundless horizons…
As a regal cherub, I summon all! WE must brighten our domain, with each and every incandescent, we rely on our fleet to fulfill destiny of the universe!
Abandon desolation, pursue abundance
Dissipate disbelief, impress conviction
Banish hatred, radiate light
Relinquish fear, profess LOVE
Avow your heart with nobility! Proclaim divine presence, the herald is here, don your breastplate & unravel your feathered limbs and let the air of this world lift you into REJOICE!
Bask in the glory
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