Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, set not your heart upon them.
Knowledge is fickle bending and swaying through mouths foisted upon a dark horse swiftly the war mounts against innocent hearts
fervently pray for peace to return that men of courage break this bondage may we rest our eyes on beauty and smoke the sky with incense
Since January 2019 I feel a call to be a peacemaker. While i do not entirely understand the path i walk, i do focus on ways to be productive in pursuing peace among men. Differences aside, i do hope we all agree that riches are fleeting. What is everlasting is the spirit of love.
Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.
I haven’t given up gathering resolutions. I have relinquished a resounding voice; moving on to disturb the mystery, in hopes the Spirit rises to meet us half way.
Silence is a remedy. A modern day deserted course that digs deep to uproot bitter taste and indulge in honeyed foreplay. Patience chooses to swim in the sweet aroma of (inner) peace, contentment and fortitude than muck around the endless anger of politics.
Rumi says my thoughts eloquently.
If you could get rid of yourself just once, the secret of secrets would open to you. The face of the unknown, hidden beyond the universe would appear on the mirror of your perception.
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.
This post probably belongs on my new blog Soul Signs. But in my inner mixings and until the picture becomes clearer, there will most likely be double postings or a runaway thought posted here on occasion.
I am not new to spiritual things. As a child I was highly in tune with the unknown and invisible world. I am a spirit being, as we all are or can become. I am slowly working my way back into hearing the quiet cricket hour. Knowing I am practicing these universal truths, to not rush to and fro like a disobedient wind is a step. To be a calming breeze on a stormy day, a leap of faith.
My life is carved
not into stone
but flesh of my flesh.
Have you ever solidified and made your intentions known? Writing them down helps. Going a step further and creating a vision board births their reality.
My greatest trouble in life is to stay focused. This is most evident in my writing practice and quilt-making. Heck, even my new found love of painting and felting, and my renewed spiritual life, take a beating from my scattered heart.
I love everything and nothing is outside my attention. Yet, if I am to be successful in my desires, I must align my head and heart. My greatest weakness can be turned into my greatest strength!!