Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Vision

"Among the racing stars,
Upon the arms of light,
The path of sprouting green is made…"

The Silver Eye
Unlocking the Pyramid Texts
Susan Brind Morrow

I am Becoming. Folding inward. Unfolding and pulsing back again. I abandon the process of cultural lock and key.  The River knows no directional flow with Source to the Becoming.

I am Being and do not abandon the play of keys. Holding to my nature I sense. Holding to my nature I grow voice in the fertile silence. The River knows coming and going with Source in the Being.

This world sensual, Being and Becoming. For you, I will not abandon my nature. I drape myself in my robe of stars. Walking bare foot on Earth, often I fall to my knees.

Unbinding the clinging mind, cultural Becoming and Being will cease to be a prison.

In great times of strife and darkness, the brightest of stars are born. In great times of strife and darkness, each family, each nation a bright star. New constellations pattern the skies.



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