A Perfect Act

Sitting in alignment, body, earth, sun and moon. It seems that sleep eluded me last night caught between worlds and dimensions as if suspended. Silence crackled in the before dawn hours as shadows fluttered by.

Retreat, remembrance…

Words put to feelings, poetry, parable, allusion. Inner visionary world of a new born dynamic. I, point of perception see that we are sovereign unto our Self, self generating solar beings capable of Being without other yet intricately woven into a tapestry of such vast wonder that human mind must suspend all thought to comprehend. In honor of One and those who have faced this mystery and embraced Her, to those who have Gnown and Grown in Awe and childlike wonder, to those who have responded in Love… to Beauty and Truth and the Higher Noble Cause. Remember.

 

 

 

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Hazel
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Hazel

Suspended between worlds in awe, with eyes pooled in the void, wings still sticky and drying in the sun… we are on the cusp of emergence unto ourselves.
The cocoon, but a breaths husk… which the purifying flame of exhalation (expression) hath revealed.

Thank you for your trigger to insight once again Christine *heart*