a few more words, perhaps...

           

everything is going to be okay —

all can be fixed, everything healed. 

 a revolutionary thought in times like ours, no doubt, no less;

but are you attached to the way things are, towards what they trend?

 

... think something different, then — live it, rebel. 

you'll do more with this singular thought than all the anger you have built. 

                   What if life were grander than two-cent headlines?

                   what if there are secrets that you won't find on a picture on instagram?

                   would you kick and scream if I told you it was all a lie?

                    would you call me crazy if I said there is more to what meets the eye?

                   

                   ...what if all is not as it seems? 

                   what if there is more to heaven and earth, my dear friend, than your screen could ever dream?

                   would you be willing to venture a peek into the other side?  to take a walk beyond the line?

                   or are you satiated, satisfied, with the daily dose of lies we've been prescribed? 

            does the unknown, the unseen, scare you, my dear friend?

                           do whispers of the beyond keep you awake at night?

                                      ...what might the darkness hide?

                                                         questions, questions...

                                                         all nothing but questions

                   in the end, the path is yours — where you walk only you can decide;

                                      but remember this, the universe has one law:
                                                                you don't find gold if you don't try.

words are fun, 

words are magic. 

scribbles on a page, vibrations in the ether — they take you anywhere you might imagine. 

the King's palace — there you are; 

a garden of pomegranates — you sit and relish the landscape. 

 

happiness, sadness — perhaps, a headache. 

the words speak and you feel them tingling in your mind, in your body. 

why not fill our lives with words of that which we desire, that which we cherish?

grace. flow. joy. transcendence. communion. divinity. perfection. alignment. intuition. refinement. mercy.

miraculousness. beauty. grace. kindness.gratitude.

harmony. symphony. fellowship. peace. abundance. creativity. understanding.

start putting words together and the combinations are infinite:

frictionless living. perfect intuition. miraculous harmony. abundant creativity. 

add a fragrance, perhaps — roses. 

a taste — honey

honey dipped roses.


we view the world through language, and our language is endless;
what, then, if we used it wisely, might we live? might we experience? 

a great secret: speak beauty and watch it flourish. 

there's a part of oneself in perpetual meditation, in perfect acceptance of itself, communion with the peace of all things;
the path is not a matter of transformation of what one is, then, — but of a shifting of awareness to what one always has been. 

exile

redemption

the only difference,  one aleph;

      the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, which is silent.

the silence within, the silence at the center of all things, the silence that gives rise to the rest of the alphabet, the rest of creation. 

aor, light

one flicker of light,  one breath taken in communion with the silent peace of all things and the exile ends: 

redemption — of everything you are, everything you can be, everything you can become.


All of it here already; all of it a breath away.  

infinite refractions of crystalline structure. 

     ever folding and unfolding dimensions of beauty. 

      living liquid. breathing light.

      depths arising from within depths       arising from within depths. 

     whirling geometries.

            vortexes of infinite meaning.

words. words. words. nothing. 

a miracle, hid behind a doorway.

     divinity, garbed in the mundane.  

the seas are parted, the seas are open —

    but are your eyes? 

realize, realize, 

 how long will it take you to realize,  

  that not those, 

  but these
    
are the times. 

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everything comes together

     weaved beautifully, all in its time — 

                like an immaculate rose that buds in its season.

and if you doubt, what gives you the privilege of this arrogance? have you reached the end, already, my friend?

 

    what if the season has not yet come to be?

        what if there are things unimagined that our eyes are yet to see?

                     wait, wait, consider a moment  —

                         perhaps the sapling is still mid-growth,

                         the tale halfway through

                        the rose merely awaiting the right winds to blow. 

                           

everything comes together

     weaved beautifully, all in its time — 

                like an immaculate rose that buds in its season.

    G-d speaks to Noah, after the flood: 
  "And I will establish my Covenant with You, and never again will all flesh be cut off by the flood waters, and there will never again be a flood to destroy the earth.
   and G-d said, 'This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and between every living soul that is with you, for everlasting generations. My rainbow I have placed in the cloud, and it shall be for a sign of the covenant between Myself and the earth...' 

                                    Genesis 9:12 - 13

 

             a rainbow. a rainbow. 

           light diffused, refracted, into the colors of the visible spectrum;   the folds of creation opened up to reveal that which hides within.
 

a sign of the miraculoussness that undergirds our existence,

 a reminder of the beauty just beyond sight, just beyond touch.

  a testimony lest we forget all that is hidden to our eyes — all that which upkeeps our every breath, our every movement, our entire life. In a snap, we could be gone, washed away by the flood.  


 

Everyone stops to look at the rainbow — yet, a moment's thought reveals that the beauty of its colors surrounds us everyday, everywhere we walk. 

See the rainbow. remember. 


 

dense entrappings, tumors of emotional baggage, withheld, hoarded, in the innermost chambers of the self —
   arrogance, ego, anxiety, blocking their undoing, their removal; 

      day by day, silence, negligence, ignorance, fear feeds. 

      day by day, the tumor grows.

 speak! speak ! —this is the solution, do not be afraid. you think you are the only one who hides these things?

to speak, to verbalize — this makes all the difference: the beginning of release, of power, of healing. 

come together with others, converse with each other — why do you hide? 

if we all speak, our worries, our problems, then, who, what, stands against us? 

speak and you'll see how small it truly was. 

merely one grand collective work of disentangling the great human big ball of yarn.

the height of the mountain can only be determined by its lowest point — 

light defined only by the darkness, 

our lives are penned with the ink of our pains and our cries —

but in the end, the words, the story, when it is written,

shall read as the most transcendent tale of perfected beauty, incomparable delight. 

faith: to know darkness is only a mechanism for the expression of the light.