A window, the eye of the soul, Our intelligence is reflective.
Christ was crowned King because he sacrificed himself for the higher good.
A window of passing slips,
of blinking light in darkness,
in and of, clear essence,
a splendor that flows as ribbons.
Cured by the opulence of beauty,
speaking truth through my visions.
I see the cube as a cross, to unfold, for a walking, once out flat, flowing, full-turns on the catwalk, and not perpendicular! Eyes even in that back quadrant of the circle are singly straight, camels to needles at the top of lighted, bowing pines.
I hear it said, spirit, intellect and emotions,
I say, heart, head & penis
and when all three say, yes,
then that is the trail to take.
Ask yourself when you wonder which way to go:
Does this work feel right on a deep, internal level?
Am I respecting life and growth, am I acting in basic goodness (external/internal)?
Am I constructing a basic reality that speaks to my own truth and happiness?
Erect new worlds stone by stone,
trust your feelings and impressions.
The following is a Pamela Eakins Meditation on Water Sister: Love Divine
And, from Living Water, I Touch YOU Honey
Credits: Tarot card Sister Water and accompanying meditation c/o
Pamela Eakins, Tarot of the Spirit Card description:
...rides a winding, upward river on an invisible swan..."
XO
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