One could probably spend a lifetime describing something as simple as a flower, especially as it changes, and in its deeper observations, changes you. I sometimes feel as if this is what I do as I share here, chasing the perfect and impossible expression of the One thing that embraces everything.
Intelligence is prior to the mechanism it evolves to express it. Intelligence is more than a possibility within creation but its very foundation. Intelligence is impersonal yet evolves persons. The apparent diversity of persons may never invalidate their unity within the intelligent ground in which they appear.
Language is but a reflection of intelligence - a pointing back to that which it mirrors only partially. It might be said. the language of space is its geometry we call forms. The language of eternity and its silent stillness is the tonal vibration we call time. The language of unity is the sensate connection we call relational love.
The mystic healer studies the language of space, eternity, and unity that they may awaken to the intelligence behind them. Then may arise the absurd idea that they now understand it.
Note to myself: be content with the fascination, the majesty and beauty of unfolding creation. Revel in it and it will become an endless spring of revelation.
Nice work,my friend!!
ReplyDeleteYours,
Scooter