In quietness and confidence shall be your strength and within your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit ~ of great worth in the sight of God.
Isaiah 30:15b; 1 Peter 3:4
Despised ~ robbed of hope; deadened by selfishness. Loved ~ softened through tenderness; ignited by passion. Released ~ filled with hope; abandoned to goodness.
In the beauty of holiness, Clouds of unknowing Dissipate. In stillness Imagination soars. In effortless Contemplation ~ A presence. Awake, O Sleeper, Awake.
This reminds me of the myriad of days my charming daughter, in contemplative silence, spent staring at the ceiling - finding figures and images (one might consider it her early "Where's Waldo" experience). I often find that if you ponder a portion of any image, faces will emerge. Look for examples in many of this Blog's posts.
...and cut through and make firm and plain and smooth, straight paths for your feet -- yes, make them safe and upright and happy paths that go in the right direction -- so that the lame and halting limbs may not be put out of joint, but rather may be healed. Hebrews 12:13
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
"The more deeply the path is etched - the more it is used; and the more it is used - the more deeply it is etched." ~ Jo Coudert
Stones in the wilderness. Ethos' collide. Scourging. A tree on a hill. Last breaths. Love hangs there.
Darkness.
Tapestries tear ~ seen and unseen. Lightening rips the cosmos. Shaking.
Mystical.
Synthesis emerges. A hush falls to earth. Fragments, fractures, brokenness ~ washed by pooling crimson stains. The Ancient of Days spills redemption for all. Triumph.
Moon, Sun, Earth. Gravity. Rise and fall, ebb and flow. Like life: External and internal forces Imprint the spirit, stir the soul. Passages: Mobilize forward then backward. Fresh momentum. Storms. Navigation. Change. Forward again.
The dawning of the day. I sit in stillness, listening. The soft pooling of the rain forest's sounds echo throughout my soul. Urgency dissipates. Peace unfolds her arms ~ endlessly.
Peering from the mountain's ridge, my gaze falls upon the exquisite rolling moorlands. A sensuous muted blanket of purple heather spreads lavishly - as far as my eyes can see. Delicate aromas drift through the atmosphere. Perfumed air envelopes my senses. Joy attends my heart.
Suddenly ~ Zzzzzzzz.............
Meadows: a pastel plantation for the pollen pouches of winged creatures.
A fusion of elements: Cold and heat, dark and light. Gossamer tendrils, shimmer bright Diffusing gently Wispy droplets crystalize Morning's first bath... Formed deep in the ground, Yet floats Synergistically - From heaven to earth.