i came upon a fork in the road perfect companion to my knife & spoon beckoning a bivouac for the night & dinner by the fire, time to consider the three-pronged joy of the way i will go when morning light urges me to strike the tent & move on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ one single impression
be still, in silence you are blinded to my great peace when you do not seek the stillness with me; you see a wall of worry which my quiet gently lifts, behind- my peace as a still water in gentle light. in the busy-ness you hear the restless prattle of evil's lies but when you still yourself i may place the spittle & mud in your ears to quiet that disonance, then you may hear the symphony of my creation of joy, of calm. let me touch you in your quiet center & hold you like a child because you are my dear one & i desire that you rest awhile.
movement from the center of known torpedoes of light fastforward leave a blinding pain & yet tethered to this dust, roar of interior places beats squeeze from the heart freefalling into self without landing, spaces widen & pain eagerly fills them, this vessel seemingly fragile eases to the floor: the movement is so frightening
"qualcosa di bello"...Italian for something beautiful...God's creation is full of beauty & that is what I hope to share with all who visit on my blogging journey..."piacere"...it is a pleasure to have you visit!