The secular sits next to the sacred.
The hats change as the wind blows. The cards are shuffled.
Peace is a choice despite the movements of change. The tap root is deep and in the same place, yet not; however the coordinates are always made manifest for those of willing heart and mind in their time. It is there for the nourishing, should you wish it. Always there. It has no judgement, no recompense should you wait 'till later, but you must dig; this is no softdrink vending machine.
Temporal nature and man's search for meaning: There are days where this seems like someone's idea of a cruel joke, but it isn't. I still find myself laughing though at the inside out nature of it, at times. Humor always returns, but there are those days where the heart is hit hard and the freshness of the pain rises to the surface to be skimmed and cleaned off as the slow cathartic healing of the wounds of the deep undergo their steady, warm, mending transformations that are atomically changing and altering bit by bit by precious bit the Love of One, as the tick-tock of human evolution moves it's way through the Heart of a life.
The secular sits next to the sacred.
The hats change as the wind blows.
The cards are shuffled and re-shuffled and
Peace and Love are choices we can make despite the movements of change.
The hats change as the wind blows. The cards are shuffled.
Peace is a choice despite the movements of change. The tap root is deep and in the same place, yet not; however the coordinates are always made manifest for those of willing heart and mind in their time. It is there for the nourishing, should you wish it. Always there. It has no judgement, no recompense should you wait 'till later, but you must dig; this is no softdrink vending machine.
Temporal nature and man's search for meaning: There are days where this seems like someone's idea of a cruel joke, but it isn't. I still find myself laughing though at the inside out nature of it, at times. Humor always returns, but there are those days where the heart is hit hard and the freshness of the pain rises to the surface to be skimmed and cleaned off as the slow cathartic healing of the wounds of the deep undergo their steady, warm, mending transformations that are atomically changing and altering bit by bit by precious bit the Love of One, as the tick-tock of human evolution moves it's way through the Heart of a life.
The secular sits next to the sacred.
The hats change as the wind blows.
The cards are shuffled and re-shuffled and
Peace and Love are choices we can make despite the movements of change.