when all had been said, when all had been done . . .

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In The Wake,  of Devotion

 ( Widows Walk )

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She looks,  out across the Millennia,  out across an endless path of winter,  in the hope of finding one Day’s respite from sorrow,  worn,  as She wears Her faith,  with the courage of Titans . . .

and deep within Her Heart,  lies Patience,  hiding from the folly of men . . . for they would steal from Her,  all they can never understand,  and they would bury Her,  under all they can never know . . .

and She will carry Her burden through the Ages,  as She,  as Always,  has done,  without the comfort of Solace,  without the shelter of Kindness . . . for in this She stands alone,  listening to The Ring of Truth,  telling Her of all that might have been . . .

and slowly,  She turns toward Yesterday,  and smiles,  as Her Children of The Clouds gather before Her,  to bathe within Her Abundance . . . and Her Eyes catch a glimpse of Wisdom,  as She lays upon Her twilight Path,  from Her Basket of Knowledge,  the Tears that became Stars,  long ago . . .

and in the time of a Wink and a Promise,  She forgives all that came before,  as She walks beside Remember,  there along The River of Souls . . . and in the distance,  drifting in the swells that would soon make quiet thunder upon Her Shore,  anchored to a beachhead of impossible Moments yet to come,  stands Fate,  bound to the deck of a Ship,  called Evemore . . .

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and there,  across a Sea of Glass,  walks The Reason Why . . .

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and Rivers find The Sea

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when ZanaDew, Falls

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while Because echoed Silence, Her Truth surfaced there, within Her Sigh,

      to breathe Life into Her Tomorrows,  and Kindness,  in Her Reasons Why . . .

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there, on The Pinnacle of Choice

 

and Windows are but Seas of Glass

 

 

Imagine, walking through the corridors within you that comprise the essence of your heart, and therefore becoming the sanctuary of the very place where your soul resides.

From this simple act of defining a center of your self, now imagine the depth and breadth of your absolute significance within the grand and glorious design that caused such a remarkable occurrence, or presence, that whispers of understanding the magnitude of your purpose inside the All of it.

Visualize this presence as a sacred dwelling, a divinely inspired manse of awesome and stunning proportions, and far beyond your awakening consciousness to yet fully appreciate, and which now corresponds to the endless array of possibilities that await each and every notion that comes to mind.

For you,  are a most singular aspect, of the magnitude and majesty of Everything, as extraordinary as the light from the Sun that rose on the day you were born,  and as perfectly unique as the gleam in God’s adoring Eye.

And within this dwelling are as many rooms as there are stars in a galaxy, and each room holds again what only the stars could ever know.  And these rooms abound within the infinite corridors of your everlasting heart. And these rooms present the portals, that offer up the doors, that finally embrace the locks that will always require the Keys, of your Knowledge.

Now imagine, that each of these locks, will accept but a single remarkable key, and this key, is one among seven. For these seven keys, are the means by which all wisdom is bestowed, and all wisdom, is therefore achieved, when you have come to realize that your pure existence within and throughout this voyage of Knowledge, is of an unfolding, an arabesque of a delicate and deliberate design.

And this design is the blueprint of your amazing soul, whose primary purpose within Everything is to savor the countless experiences that forge each of the seven keys, that embody each of the seven virtues of living. For the totality of living is what your soul craves, to know what can only be learned by seeking wisdom, inside a journey that begins and ends with Patience, Tolerance, Acceptance, Compassion, Understanding, and Forgiveness, in order to ever find Love, again . . .

Love, is the sole manifestation of order within this universe, and without which there can emerge no process of investigation or examination, and therefore no sustainable need, want, deservance or desire to even pose the question “why ?”. Because, hidden deep within the fabric of humanity lays the thread of our individual and collective purpose, which, having been meticulously sown by the hand of the Almighty has resonated unerringly across the ages within the welcoming yet infinite realm of wonder.

For each and every aspect of understanding, once gathered and held secure by the alliance of faith and courage, transforms all inquiry and analysis into a definitive and glorious tapestry of Knowledge, through which, and ever annealed in the crucible of wisdom, shall emerge the exquisite clarity, of one voice, and ultimately, one truth.

 

 

 

for gracious Skies

 

 

 

in The Arms,  of Come What May

(  so Beautiful  )

 

 

 

mine Eyes,  have seen The Story,  of The Coming,  of The Sword,

It shall scythe across the Vineyards,  where the Grapes of Wrath are stored,

It shall free from in Our Hearts,  these old chains of Our Discord,

      and It’s Truth,  shall be carried,  On . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

and woven, on The Loom of So

 

 

 

ThisGuise

 

 

Messages,  of the most profound Truth,

      are wrapped,  in The Cloak of Simplicity . . .

 

 

 

 

 from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound )  The Ninth DoveTale – The Ring of Friendship

 

 

 

The Savoring

 

 

 

Pearls,  of Wine

(  and Roses  )

 

 

Words flown,  for Eyes beyond Our Own,

must carry with Them,  The Clarity of

Truth,  The Wisdom of Reason, 

and whenEver,  The Art,

      of Simplicity . . .

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Words flown,

 for Eyes beyond Our Own,

must carry with Them,  The Clarity

of Truth,  The Wisdom of Reason,

and,  whenEver,  The Art,

      of Simplicity . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Third DoveTale – The Rail of Sighs

 

 

 

One Wish

 

 

 

One,  Earth

  

 

          One,

       Whole,

    Perfect Union,           

One Sight,

One Right,

One Light,

One Truth,

One Heart,

     One Love,  Again . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice