My human nature obliges (if it’s not a word let’s just make it one here) me to meet people at the superficial level on which they meet me
My spirit counters it with vengeance is God’s
And my soul wonders at how that has anything to do with vengeance instead of reciprocity
Here’s why;
In the world we’re living
We yearn even demand a lovely so free and yet in reality we probe, demand, punish even control for it
Is that free!?
Mh well I think not
I think freedom is the Christmas gift you never expected right under the tree you didn’t buy
Here’s my insight
Imagine taking a morning walk and passing through your usual route and just on the bench you take a few breaths well gasps depending on how committed your are to running or walking whilst taking in the beauty that so goes unnoticed in our daily lives on , you see a letter let’s imagine a fancy little scroll for better imagination and on whatever packing it’s in it addresses your innermost sincere views or experiences or thoughts in such a deep sense as though truly written for you that you feel seen , heard, chosen even, special…
And it shifts your whole demeanor for a lifetime not like being in love but as though God sat with you on that bench, looked you in the eye and said “you are the epitome of existence in ways you couldn’t grasp in a hundred lifetimes” but it shakes you out of the shadows because even in barely grasping it’s real meaning it’s still a lifetime being bang of how you now perceive and live in simpler terms love has grasped you and you no longer seek it because it’s your very essence
Love unexpectedly, it’s beauty is not the premeditated move of it’s acquisition
When it’s not on a shelve but on a bench where anyone could have sat but out of all the beautiful most or more deserving beings you my friend were chose to swell in that divinely aligned moment
So perfectly timed that the 10 snoozes now becomes part of a higher aligning to when you’d be the very one seated there experiencing that moment
🎶Back to life Back to reality…
If you/I/we want a lovely so free so accepting why do we pick the scroll put a price tag and shelve it!?
Some are too short to reach it, some are too tall to understand it’s price
Others too blind to see where it belongs
Others too vague to grasp it’s depth
Some too prideful to dwell in it’s simplicity
But ultimately so detached to not understand that it’s not meant for the shelves or the pricing
But instead
Within us like a treasure hidden but yet revealed
Like a gift shared but yet held
Like a child conceived and yet held
The spark of no pricing
Love stands waiting for us to seat
Our humility is it’s reciprocation
How we seek love in the reduction of our soul, a never ending pain of what’s joyfully gifted.
To know love is to see in a purity that’s not our own to cage.