Sunset, a skylark dances around my house. I’ve not seen her before; she is welcome visitor to my garden. Swooping with such grace and purpose, I know she hunts as she plays. Beauty in her silent dives that gather food to her wings. Elegance in her weaving nearly touching my head, she warbles a sweet farewell. Her gift of calm saturates me as I glide into evening.
Still your river mind of rushing noise, let it course around you as steadfast as rooted boulder settled for centuries in rapid flow. Feel the pulse of heart flooding your fleshy form with life; breath inundates your body of cells with air as the water of your blood, enlivened, beats an earthy rhythm. Listen; does the fire of your soul crackle, burn, smolder or rage? Feel these rudiments. Settle into the bones of your body, pour yourself into the elements that endlessly cycle through you. Do you feel the silence yet? Can you hear beyond the hush? Here is where you will find me whispering lullaby, lilting and consoling while the blaze of my soul eagerly hungers for you. Love will kiss your softly closed eye lids and call you home.
When gifted a glimpse into another’s soul hold it as treasure, remember its contours and magnify the beauty you find there. The whispers shared between souls are beyond any language; resplendent sound imbued with the light that forms us. Our cells speak. The knowing, the understanding simple, if heart and mind opens. The whole becomes stronger, more substantial and the ripples of knowing become wave after wave of powerful memory, holding past, present and future. I close my eyes beneath the great ocean of distant suns and open my heart to song. A voice heard but not heard as it cherishes life. The ground shakes beneath me as I worship in an empty temple, for a people long gone, but I know the souls still live I glimpse them now and then and choose to magnify the beauty within.
Last night a reoccurring dream from the past returned to me.
I arrive in a room as if transported by thought. I am joining others of like mind we are seated cross legged in a circle to create a shared intent. We imagine, give a shape to our collective idea, layering texture and colour, sense and feeling, then we bring it to life with voice. Once content with our work we each return to the time and place we have stepped away from to attend our task.
I had drifted to sleep longing for silence and space. A familiar longing, one I have always had (absolute post). I was picturing floating alone deep in the ocean gazing up at the stars and local planets, glimpsing distant galaxies. This turned to a deeper longing for the vacuum of space where I could be so very distant to any other life, where if I chose I could converse with angels or allow my luminosity to ignite and burn as bright as any star before squeezing myself back into the vessel of my flesh and returning to my world refreshed and alive.