Towards Love

A window, the eye of the soul, Our intelligence is reflective.

Christ was crowned King because he sacrificed himself for the higher good.

A window of passing slips,
of blinking light in darkness,
in and of, clear essence,
a splendor that flows as ribbons.
Cured by the opulence of beauty,
speaking truth through my visions.

I see the cube as a cross, to unfold, for a walking, once out flat, flowing, full-turns on the catwalk, and not perpendicular! Eyes even in that back quadrant of the circle are singly straight, camels to needles at the top of lighted, bowing pines.

I hear it said, spirit, intellect and emotions,
I say, heart, head & penis
and when all three say, yes,
then that is the trail to take.

Ask yourself when you wonder which way to go:

Does this work feel right on a deep, internal level?
Am I respecting life and growth, am I acting in basic goodness (external/internal)?
Am I constructing a basic reality that speaks to my own truth and happiness?

Erect new worlds stone by stone,
trust your feelings and impressions.

The following is a Pamela Eakins Meditation on Water Sister: Love Divine

And, from Living Water, I Touch YOU Honey

Credits: Tarot card Sister Water and accompanying meditation c/o
Pamela Eakins, Tarot of the Spirit Card description:

...rides a winding, upward river on an invisible swan..."

XO

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