Good morning my Soul, my Beloved
I have a question for you
It was put to me, now I lay it at Your beautiful feet
In quiet expectation and trust I await Your response
From my lips to Your heart I cast it
“What is the difference?”
Does it matter
What does it mean
And like a pebble it breaks the surface of the Deep
Fluttering, slowly sinking, falling into the silent Unknown
Quiet, unmoving I remain
The surface of the water now still, a mirror
I gaze un-blinking into Her eyes
Green, brown, and golden windows
Falling like the pebble I sink into the Unknowing
Silence . . . Senses forsaken
“Nothing . . . and Everything,” She says
You have given all and you have also received back
Yet I needed not
You have scaled the heights of the exquisite and ridden on its golden light
And you have been flayed and spilled out by grief too terrible for words
But I am here
You have sought Me in exotic far off places and the adventure it brought
Even in the familiar paths within your reach your steps sought Me out
I never moved
You have dreamed, and built, and created magical things
And you have seen it all laid low in the dust
Yet I remain
You have chased the ancient knowledge, gathering together secrets of the Ages
But in the end only learned of your ignorance
I have watched it all
You ask what is the difference
I tell you there is none
The meaning you seek is fleeting like the Spring flowers
What matters is still beyond your comprehension
You ask what is the difference
I tell you all is changed
You have come to Me
You now sit by My still waters
You know the I Am
We are and shall ever be – One
So go my Love, seek, climb, create, and learn
Explore the world of the senses, the playground of the body and the mind
Thrill yourself with new adventure, people, and places
Walk the barren paths of solitude and grief
Exult in your victories and feel the pain of your failure
Fear not, cast it away from you
You are mine and I am Yours
My Love for you is all that has ever really mattered
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Thank you. Nice to get to know you
Pardon the expression, but this blew me out of the water! I cried for an hour after reading this.
But I wanted to say something about what I read in the comments above: Calen asked: “The one line I puzzled over was ‘Yet I needed not.’ Is that her speaking, I assume? If so, why would she say that. She needed you to know she was there in the depths of your being.
My own thoughts are that your Soul is always there while you’re out and about, looking, seeking, and She never was not there, but if it took all that round-about way for you to get back to where it is really all going on, then that’s what it took for you. For your Soul, it’s all about waiting for you to do what you think you need to do to get there.
Don’t know if that makes sense, but it’s like we make things so complicated, when they are not at all complicated.
You are starting to learn me. I think comments are people. They are important
You know ima little slow. My whole blog is abour me trying to learn that
You’re not slow. You’re journeying. All of life is learning that.
I mean slow like tarded. And I write that in the most non-offensive politically correct manner possible. 🙂
Nope. Don’t see it. And I know, since I worked in a sheltered workshop, and nothing about you resembles in the slightest, the folks I helped there.
Now, stubborn, that could be… 😛
I love this one.
🙂 that makes me grin. I how no idea if it even made sense. Thank you my new friend.
That you are able to enter into that inner sanctuary in full awareness of the conversation that takes place there with your Soul is such a gift. I don’t believe ALL of your knowledge of ancient things came to naught. This is a legacy of your seeking. The one line I puzzled over was “Yet I needed not.” Is that her speaking, I assume? If so, why would she say that. She needed you to know she was there in the depths of your being.
I don’t know? 🙂 maybe I do a little. The She the Her my Soul can mean different things in my scribbling depending on what level its looked at. And sometimes I’m thinking on different things consciously when I am writing it. Sometimes it is several things at once and remains true to all of them. In this particular instance I guess the best meaning would be the mystical Beloved, the I Am which is eternal and ultimately has no need. The I that observes and exists beyond time and matter. I am no master of that tradition but its how I percieve it. Even as I wrote it I was thinking and feeling on different levels.
Ok. I get that. It makes me wonder about the difference between the whole cosmic Universe thing which is just an entity with no human attributes (is that correct?) and the Creator theory. A creator who does possess those personality traits. It makes me wonder which I would feel safer with.
“Falling like the pebble I sink into the Unknowing silence . . . Senses forsaken…” Just once I would like to know what that feels like.
Its not that spooky or mysterious. Just hard to find words to describe it. You have experienced it I’m sure at times of well being when you just were. You rested in just breathing and felt a seperatness for all your thinking and emotion and had a profiund sense of it was all going to be ok. I would not get too caught up in the metaphors different folks use for it. That’s all they are. They all break down at some point.
I have experience that feeling exactly once. It was very fleeting and fifteen minutes later the world came crumbling down around me again leaving me with that Morgul wound in my heart that can never be healed. Perhaps that’s why I long for it so much. I have always lived in fight/flight mode. That’s why I had ulcers before I graduated from high school. If you can find that place, you are so lucky.
Start smoking. Inhale deeply. 🙂
Smart *ss! Maybe I’ll take up a pipe… Always loved the smell of pipes. Had an uncle who smoked cherry vanilla tobacco. Mayhaps I could find some Old Toby around somewhere. Amy, Mark, HL and I smoked cigars on deck on our cruise! Yuck! She and I had tried before when we ran away to the lighthouse on Chesapeake Bay, 10:30 at night, sitting on the pier, gazing at the moon who was laughing his butt off because we didn’t realize you had to cut the d*mn end off the things!
Funny. Yea you need some hobbit weed:)
Think that might finish thawing me out? 😀
Yep 🙂
nice and different concept of mirroring what we feel near waters..
Thank you for stopping by to play.
Whew! There was a period when I dreamed of the ocean over and over and over again….. water supposed to represent the unconscious…. Water was the safe place in my dreams.