UNSULLIED ETERNAL NOW "...remembrance of our true origins." "...please, stay close for the time we have." February 8, 2020

Quarantined in the Abode due to "Frigid" Temperature (69 degrees!) Rain and Wind.
Sunrise/Afternoon photos today from 5 years ago February 8, 2015
  SILENCE ON FIRE
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/speaking-by-the-unknown-silence-on-fire-sunriseafternoon-february-8-2015

CESSATION OF ALL THINKING’S  WORDINGS
UNFETTERS SOUL’S EFFORTLESS EASE
MAINTAINS AUTHENTICITY OF THE LISTENER*
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AKASHA TAO CORE PRESIDES
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WITHOUT IDO’S ADO ...
“THE LISTENER”*
OVERWHELMS THINKING’S
​ PETRIFYING OVERWHELMENTS
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THE UNSULLIED ETERNAL NOW
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3:57 AM-2/8/20
*Taylor Caldwell – THE LISTENER
https://www.amazon.com/Listener-Taylor-Caldwell/dp/0884111660

Sing to me the Song...
Sing to me the Song of the Heart,
as you have heard it...
Do you know that song?

Has "The Mystery"
kissed your Heart?
Does It fill your body?
Does It Sing to you?

Sing to me Its lullaby that
sings through you -
in soothing syllables of sound,
lyrical and refined,
emerging from an unknown
place deep within you -
that brings you back to life again.

​Sing to me that song - the one
that enlivens your very being,
and warms you like the sun.

​​Let me be moved by those melodies
playing from the depths
of our Inner Being.

Sing to me that song,
the one that makes the body
tingle with delight, with recognition,
and remembrance of
our true origins.

Sing to me that song...

Mystic Meandering
Feb. 6, 2020

Friends are those people who know
the words to the song
in your heart and sing it
back to you when you have
forgotten the words.

Anonymous
https://mysticmeandering.blogspot.com/2020/02/sing-to-me-song.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+MysticMeandering+%28Mystic+Meandering%29

AFTERNOON

When humbled, we finally stop fighting— 
against life,
against the tide of time,
against the avalanche of disappointment,
if we can outwait the stubbornness of our dreams.

For every storm,
no matter how fierce,
dissipates itself.
The question is how much damage
 it does while wearing itself out.

Eventually, once broken open,
once our soft center spits out its pearl,
we try to put all
that we’ve damaged back together.

And no one tells us that the storm hurts itself. 
It guts its own center.
Even the surf crashes into itself.

All this to say,
I’m sorry for the path of my storm.
I know some things can’t be put back together,
 and we have to live with what we’ve done. ​

In time,
the hardest nut will crack and wonder why
it took so long to lean into love.

But now that we’re here,
I don’t know what to say,
other than,
please, stay close
 for the time we have.

Like flowers,
we spend long hours underground,
in the dark,
all for these few moments
​ of blossom
that we never thought would come. 
~Mark Nepo
https://makebelieveboutique.com/2020/02/08/31669/