Radiance

Saatchionline

My desire,

a cloud of golden light.

The uninitiated

flock

Drawn

to a shimmer

inexplicable

My laughter and smile

greet them

Sunlight to those who dwell in darkness.

While the initiates meet my gaze knowingly

Bowing their humble heads

honouring

The potency

of the

beloveds kiss.

– errant

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Nature, enter me

The wink of stars on a clear night, an open window to worlds beyond, it drives my soul to distraction. And when clouds fill the window of sky with the rolling of thunder, a hammer to shudder the atmosphere, lightening to brighten the mind, my toes curl with pleasure. A gentle shower gifting rainbows and prisms of light. Wind intense or subtle that I shelter or open my arms too. I pray that the subtlety to feel the pull of stars song exists within us all. I pray we allow natures thunder to enter us. Turn not blindly from the beauty of existence but embrace its unique wisdom. What do your elements ask you to feel? What do they write on the window of your life?

 

A little something to accompany my thoughts… (especially the words that come in at 4.40 to the end)

Ear parcel 1

Ear parcel (to write to) 2

 

Wealth

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‘Men must endure. Their going hence, even as their coming hither: ripeness is all.’ King Lear, Shakespeare (1604-ish)

Glorious riches abound within. The uniqueness of our destiny is held only within each of us. Unlocking ourselves with the key of ripeness, opening our mind and hearts we become flushed with wealth.

The eyes in the mirror know who you really are. No other being on this blessed earth may ever truly know you the way you yourself can. Look deep into your own eyes and tell them daily that you love them, that you are ready to flourish and ripen. Do not leave yourself outside your own life, greet yourself heartily, invite yourself in to partake of the feast.

Magical things happen when we become one with ourselves. When we become ready.

‘Come you lost Atoms to your Center draw, and be the Eternal Mirror that you saw:
Rays that have wandered into Darkness wide return, and back into your Sun subside.’

The Conference of the Birds
Fariduddin Attar (1177)

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