Beholding Brilliance

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 wholeheartedly believe is not limited to the distant future but destined for now.

Some years ago, as I sat in a little apartment purchased by myself in some remote location, a time of deep contemplation, and exercise with some friends. Our conversations were less general covering only things with waves of laughter and what the next years ahead were going to be about each of us. Each of us were willing to embrace baby steps, some conversations were too high and almost impossible, with very unclear marks as to how they would be. With little statements we would each express the brewing of something big burning deeply within us, with the knowledge that fulfilment’s revealing would soon begin.

In almost all facets of the human life, this truly is an interesting time. It is time create, express things that scarcely have been seen. An emergence of that new generation of interested and committed people that are burning with a desire to make right choices that would not only impact them but would a distribution of people even after them. It’s time to feel all that was lost coming back. It is like the clock has started where it originally began.