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April 2009 
i see beyond my dreams. and i think this is what we call vision.
Posted on Mar 15th, 2007
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Cre8beauty
Cre8beauty
i fell out of my dream last night with the momentum that only love can hold. the type of fall that forces the ground to cup it's warm hands, to catch you as you drop from a bottomless soul. my body crashed into the memories of all that i hold dear. only.
they weren't memories i have made yet. which i suppose would make them dreams, but these things are not that ethereal. these memories are not at all helium filled and not tied tightly to wrists of an over-eager child. there is nothing that makes them float away, even the excitement of first kiss after first kiss, or of satiatied ego. see: faith is not fragile.
and all this was brought on i'm sure by conversation. turning through new corners of my mind to destinations my conscious self had yet to go. to places, perhaps, only my subconscious knows. places that part of me leads, and i unblindly follow.
the choices i've made were not by accident. every step is a prayer, and now i'm here. and i have run some along the way, a way to rest in all this stillness. which is far different from being stagnant.
and so i grow. and each day goes, and the sun is below me now, surrounds these mountains with a yellow sound. each syllable is clear and bright, and every unuttured word swims in a silent sea of my memories, which serve as my guiding light.
tonight there is no real darkness. a sliver of moon slices the night sky in silent reflection. and i collect stars wishing also to be one incandescent moment. i burn in my desire.
and the fire that warms my heart is love. and in this hearth i call my body, i am kindled by the flames of faith, unflickering even in these spring winds.
faith makes miracles happen.
they weren't memories i have made yet. which i suppose would make them dreams, but these things are not that ethereal. these memories are not at all helium filled and not tied tightly to wrists of an over-eager child. there is nothing that makes them float away, even the excitement of first kiss after first kiss, or of satiatied ego. see: faith is not fragile.
and all this was brought on i'm sure by conversation. turning through new corners of my mind to destinations my conscious self had yet to go. to places, perhaps, only my subconscious knows. places that part of me leads, and i unblindly follow.
the choices i've made were not by accident. every step is a prayer, and now i'm here. and i have run some along the way, a way to rest in all this stillness. which is far different from being stagnant.
and so i grow. and each day goes, and the sun is below me now, surrounds these mountains with a yellow sound. each syllable is clear and bright, and every unuttured word swims in a silent sea of my memories, which serve as my guiding light.
tonight there is no real darkness. a sliver of moon slices the night sky in silent reflection. and i collect stars wishing also to be one incandescent moment. i burn in my desire.
and the fire that warms my heart is love. and in this hearth i call my body, i am kindled by the flames of faith, unflickering even in these spring winds.
faith makes miracles happen.
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the choices i've made were not by accident. Am thinking about what you mean here … did you consciously choose or were they made for you as part of a (divine) plan? I have my own views on the subject …
i think we all make our own choices, and life is divine, because Love constantly looks at our life, at our choices and figures out how to make the best of every choice we make. things always seem to work out just as they should, you know?
The choices we make are determined by our thoughts and our circumstances - neither of which we “consciously” choose - but is all happens so continuously that we sometimes think we do. Perhaps this happens at a sub-conscious level, but this is what I refer to as divine will.
I was told recently - The universe gives us what we need, not what we want. This can be a frustrating idea because the ego wants to have a sense of control, but to me it is liberating. The ego is yet another concept anyway.
”faith makes miracles happen” this is true, ageless and priceless. I have to keep reminding myself to believe.
And … I love how you infuse the elements of nature in your thoughts, introspections and your self. This reflects in your writing, in your pictures … a sense of being an integral part of this tapestry. The sights and sounds of this impression are beautiful.
I would immensely enjoy a conversation with you, just as I am enjoying these words you type.
cheers.