To spend time away from all that we are used to, amongst those who seek the same as ourselves, all gathered for a common goal, we stand blessed, as hoards of angels stand at our sides.
From time to time, we find that we need that push, that atmosphere of peace and love and the thirst to seek the truth, to finally allow ourselves the chance to flourish and be. A chance to soak in the words, their shine apparent in our faces and dancing from our eyes; a clarity of the soul in the darkness of the night.
It is then that we can stand alone in the silence, at the time when our own heartbeats are the sounds within our ears, that the words can silently permeate our souls, their life infusing into our minds as we succumb to the power it holds.
Rising from one dream and standing in the next, listen with your ears but witness with your heart, as the truth whispers from your tongue, softly shaped and piercingly heard. Understand its beauty whilst time is running out. And when obligation turns into choice, lift off the veils and taste a purity that only the secrets of shadows cast by a darkened sky, can show without the searching light of day. A hidden deed. A higher reward.
Let us not concern ourselves with the waiting for the end. The end of the line, the end of the page. Let us be the ones to follow, and not the ones who are followed. Followed by our soul's true call. Left behind, forgotten, and waiting to be found.
At a measured pace and a lilting tone, let us stand and truly see. Let The Word be our witness. Let it become our shade. And even if you call, though it may be by mistake alone, know that your voice is always heard. Waited for. Rejoiced in, and loved.
Let your hearts feel shame, and may God be your friend.
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These past few days have been one of learning and re-inforcing, and most of all, of aiming to be the best me that there can be and letting the innocence that childhood brings to reaffirm my belief in the peace that we all hold in our souls, and the ability we all have to remain in the purity of love.
Why is it that as we grow older, our expressions of love seem to change? Children give so freely of themselves to others, their smiles lighting up their faces, their hugs more sincere, and their gaze enraptured as they walk amongst those who have that freedom of play. The freedom of not worrying about hidden smiles from those who fear to laugh and run as the children do. The freedom to give as easily as they receive.
I. I count myself amongst those who stand unafraid to express what lies within my heart. Without shame of my love, without cares for who sees, and that is why I feel truly free. Free to embrace, free to hold hands, and free to scramble up on to laps, in comfort and at peace, whilst others look on, amused and unaware of how easy love can be.
It's never too late to be free.
From time to time, we find that we need that push, that atmosphere of peace and love and the thirst to seek the truth, to finally allow ourselves the chance to flourish and be. A chance to soak in the words, their shine apparent in our faces and dancing from our eyes; a clarity of the soul in the darkness of the night.
It is then that we can stand alone in the silence, at the time when our own heartbeats are the sounds within our ears, that the words can silently permeate our souls, their life infusing into our minds as we succumb to the power it holds.
Rising from one dream and standing in the next, listen with your ears but witness with your heart, as the truth whispers from your tongue, softly shaped and piercingly heard. Understand its beauty whilst time is running out. And when obligation turns into choice, lift off the veils and taste a purity that only the secrets of shadows cast by a darkened sky, can show without the searching light of day. A hidden deed. A higher reward.
Let us not concern ourselves with the waiting for the end. The end of the line, the end of the page. Let us be the ones to follow, and not the ones who are followed. Followed by our soul's true call. Left behind, forgotten, and waiting to be found.
At a measured pace and a lilting tone, let us stand and truly see. Let The Word be our witness. Let it become our shade. And even if you call, though it may be by mistake alone, know that your voice is always heard. Waited for. Rejoiced in, and loved.
Let your hearts feel shame, and may God be your friend.
~
These past few days have been one of learning and re-inforcing, and most of all, of aiming to be the best me that there can be and letting the innocence that childhood brings to reaffirm my belief in the peace that we all hold in our souls, and the ability we all have to remain in the purity of love.
Why is it that as we grow older, our expressions of love seem to change? Children give so freely of themselves to others, their smiles lighting up their faces, their hugs more sincere, and their gaze enraptured as they walk amongst those who have that freedom of play. The freedom of not worrying about hidden smiles from those who fear to laugh and run as the children do. The freedom to give as easily as they receive.
I. I count myself amongst those who stand unafraid to express what lies within my heart. Without shame of my love, without cares for who sees, and that is why I feel truly free. Free to embrace, free to hold hands, and free to scramble up on to laps, in comfort and at peace, whilst others look on, amused and unaware of how easy love can be.
It's never too late to be free.
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