Little short notes written in such a way that understanding may benefit the heart. Today I write from a place of passionately beholding an ever unfolding mystery. The mystery of old things becoming new and of the circles of time pouring from one beginning and returning back to its original point. I cannot deny the sense that we are gradually transformed by the things we constantly behold or look up to, the people we adore or are affectionate with, imaginations that through some very subtle ways have pitch their tents in our minds. I have caught a brilliance that is almost impossible to express in gallant words. Enraptured by the gale of this kind of wisdom, the truest of truth and most trust worthy. My inspiration today is stirred by a near-distant reality of bliss that is soon going to happen, a union of some sort that firstly began as an imagination, but is now breaking upon my world as reality. The flashes of the fullness of this bliss, I wholeheart...
The Unforced Rhythm Serenity : a title given to a reigning prince or similar dignitary. The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled. Unforced : natural, done without effort Such were the words bleating as the sound of a sheep in the interior portions of my heart. It was an unforced rhythm, a recalibration of some sorts. I am reminded of some hearty calmly conversations of promises. I am reminded that all true promises, such as the manner of life one should live, people to associate with, are all an unforced rhythm of a Divine eminence. He would both channel things from one part of the world to another part. Therefore, I again find myself in tension, in a reality that the things we earnestly seek for, those things being resounded to us from within (the voice of a Divine presence) are fluxed with a reality that bids us rest. The unforced rhythm forbids us to act rashly, to sit in introspection, to both reason and judge, and to wait. There is a great ...