Words. Just Words.
I can offer nothing but what is already in existence. I can do no other than to offer freely with my own hands what is, and has been, and could be... if you turn it THIS way.... if you dare to dream.
Words came first…
Out of darkness, igniting the velvet black. Breath of the Muse, Heart of the Source. Beginning the endless spiral of time and being. Inspiration sits at the heart of everything; begun from words. This is Breath.
Existence joined her hands, taking up the litany of creation.
In the new-formed light, calling for being and time. Dancing under starlight, bringing Soul and Spirit to join in Inspiration. This is the Heart.
Love and Acceptance stepped out of darkness.
A space for all, no matter their condition. It is not enough to breath, nor enough to survive. Here is reason for more. Here is kindness and compassion given flesh and bone. This is Love.
Life and All Living Things That Move, our Mother.
Knowing that a soul with the capacity for love is still not enough, formed bodies from the dust of the earth, from the water and the air. This is the Blood.
What is life and breath and love, without Reason?
Without logic to guide, and experience to temper. So comes the Mind, that governs.
Libra; Who Balances The Scales; who comes Knowing.
There can be no peace, no life, no living without war. Let philosophers dream of peace, theirs is a dead hope and a dying dream no matter how many times the Muse resurrects it again. This is Chaos, this is Passion.
How then, shall we heal after war and wounds?
In Innocence, that burns and cauterizes our injuries. That helps us with Existence to forget and forgive, given time. This is Gentleness, this is Peace. This is Home.
And in this world, from spark of Inspiration, to the passing of Soul and Spirit and Body and Blood…
In what is the point? Now sit at Her feet and listen, now shall you See and shall you Know. In Prudence will you be instructed, and begin to Understand.
And you shall find in the smallest of things your greatest lessons. In moments of quiet in the midst of war. In the sound of silence between. In the color clear will you begin to see what touches all mankind, and uponthis will you build your world.
In this is your inner peace. In this is your knowledge and your understanding grown. That in Heart and Soul, Breath and Blood, Love and Reason, Passion and Innocence…. will you find your Home.
