EVERY flower manifests a living memory, for it carries within it the sun; and amongst these glowing and gossamer vitalities, there are also reminiscences (remini-scents) of Paradise. When we take a flower into our home or onto our lapel, we have a representative there with us of that which we have momentarily forgotten.
The flower is not drab, but bold; it states its living with great exuberance and even the most delicately petalled are in truth much more confident than demure.
Flowers laugh. They and their elemental buddies, are joyfully placed all day long. This is why they sleep so heavily at night - too much laughter in the bright light of day!
If you personally get to know a flower it may share this with you. The conviviality may not exactly translate over, but a gentle amusement will surely abide.
Around the dial,
Around and around;
Beneath the sea's swell,
Up and down, up and down,
Moves the ceaseless spirit.
In traffic of words,
Chatter chat, chatter chat;
In water through fiords,
Spashity splat, spashity splat,
His Love increases.
Through hymnal praise,
Sing-song-sung, sing-song-sung;
And nights, bedding days,
Season after season and beyond,
We are one.
With troll's endless laughter,
Snickery jeer, snickery jeer,
And befores giving way to the after,
Tear upon tear, tear upon tear,
His Smile is upon us.
Oh gladness, joy and magnificent men!
Who work and toil for a better times ten!
Be it peace, yet be great,
With the life Heaven meant,
May your days and your raves be one Christen-event!
IN ancient, ancient times, it was not uncommon to find a bird with fur and not feathers. The pelt was not unattractive but rather soft and glossy and ingeniously rippled with peacock hues.
These furry birds did not fly as they do today. They would run or jump far, or simply turn invisible and transmigrate through matter when decided. They would cuddle into the hollows within a tree or sandbank. They would sleep with their heads sideways, nestled into a furry neck, and their gem-like eyes would close for a time whilst they rested and dreamt of flight.
Ages hence and they are more delicately contrived. Their coat has been exchanged for an aerodynamic feathered wrap. When they drift into sleep nowadays, they are still carried away in dreams of flight, even though their day's occupation is filled with the air stream channels and the diving between. Their aspirations take them to higher skies, beyond the mantle of cloud, even further than the membrane surrounding the Earth.
For this is nature; and our nature too. We shall always be called to go further, and shall. Whatever form we may take on the way, will give over to yet another that shall take us even a little more further.
Like the birds with the hairy chest we all seek a freedom out from the conditions we are in. This is natural and a way of knowing that there are vast skies all about us, which we will travel in days to come with great joy!
Through perilous pass and rocky incline,
I have come all this way to this moment;
Though steep and foreboding, the air was so fine,
And with fragrance and fare,
I am finally here.
I have witnessed the flesh be born and then wither -
In countless thousands all belonging to me …
Knowing both of sweet death, and my lover, renewal,
In this temple wait I prayerfully.
Oh God of my heart,
Of my soul,
Of my life,
Be known in my days unto Eternity's time,
So though it be endless, fulfilled shall it be,
And the love I accomplish, shall accomplish in me.
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