Sacred dance of the embryo
Weeping over days long dead and lamenting over days no where yet in plain sight along the stretch ahead longing, I wait for the long gone what used to be to take its turn on the recycling conveyor belt of the universal factory. As certain as tomorrow will become now, the old, recycled days can return brand new and improved!
Time where does your illusion stop!?!
I often wonder whether the real separation anxiety is the fact that time misses what used to be as it waves a good bye just when I stop taking it for granted as though life is becoming less important.
I cannot help but compare this scenario to the unborn- sadly leaving the comfort of the womb already knowing the sacred dance of the embryo is over!
Impressive intimacy continues to perch at the core of my heart and the memory of my mind where divine insight eternally lingers, loiters, live lavishly where the embryo drifts deeper into calm consciousness.
Even Jesus had these moments. Transcending time, space, age, anguish, busyness, status, reputation never ever at the cost of his character and right to think; make decisions even a slow ending doom that tries to extinguish optimism and all the fruits of the spirit threatening never to be rekindled again could target.
Ouch
Yauwch
Farewell to the damness
Endless enjoyment is coming around like the brand new day going yipppeeeee as it falls off the conveyor belt of the horizon
The same me, the same day- refined, rekindled, reborn
Sacred dance is on
Admission- free
Venue- heavenly on Earth
Time- ready… steady--- dance
DJ- beyond description
Music- strumming of the heart
Dress code- enchanting
Imagine Jesus jiving away at the wedding of Cana sipping water
And
Mary, his mama stalling his groove to request a miracle-
Imagine that!
Weeping over days long dead and lamenting over days no where yet in plain sight along the stretch ahead longing, I wait for the long gone what used to be to take its turn on the recycling conveyor belt of the universal factory. As certain as tomorrow will become now, the old, recycled days can return brand new and improved!
Time where does your illusion stop!?!
I often wonder whether the real separation anxiety is the fact that time misses what used to be as it waves a good bye just when I stop taking it for granted as though life is becoming less important.
I cannot help but compare this scenario to the unborn- sadly leaving the comfort of the womb already knowing the sacred dance of the embryo is over!
Impressive intimacy continues to perch at the core of my heart and the memory of my mind where divine insight eternally lingers, loiters, live lavishly where the embryo drifts deeper into calm consciousness.
Even Jesus had these moments. Transcending time, space, age, anguish, busyness, status, reputation never ever at the cost of his character and right to think; make decisions even a slow ending doom that tries to extinguish optimism and all the fruits of the spirit threatening never to be rekindled again could target.
Ouch
Yauwch
Farewell to the damness
Endless enjoyment is coming around like the brand new day going yipppeeeee as it falls off the conveyor belt of the horizon
The same me, the same day- refined, rekindled, reborn
Sacred dance is on
Admission- free
Venue- heavenly on Earth
Time- ready… steady--- dance
DJ- beyond description
Music- strumming of the heart
Dress code- enchanting
Imagine Jesus jiving away at the wedding of Cana sipping water
And
Mary, his mama stalling his groove to request a miracle-
Imagine that!
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