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The Journey
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Tuesday, 8 October 2019
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Tuesday, 22 January 2013
Invisible
Peaceful warmth of summer
silent mornings
stillness
misty dawn
even the birds don't see me
as I walk by.
Roz2013
silent mornings
stillness
misty dawn
even the birds don't see me
as I walk by.
Roz2013
Monday, 7 January 2013
The call of home...
By the fence at the end of the garden there is a sheer drop. I am high above Tobermory, on the Scottish island of Mull, looking down upon the crisp cold winter town.
The stick trees are bare and covered with ice. Surrounding islands seem so near on this blue water, blue sky day, though there are clouds in the distance promising rain.
All this beauty...the mountains...everything, will one day vanish back to the crazy universe, for we are all petals of a great unfolding cosmic flower. But for now old Alba looks majestic and proud as she stands in her frozen beauty. Her songs and mysteries wrap me in the warm blanket of her proud history.
When the heart sounds the call, it is time to touch the shores of home.
A piper on a distant hill is playing a sad lament, stirring the landscape into a swirl of mist and longing. The song of the bagpipes is the sound of the Soul as it moves through the people in the land of my birth.
It feels like the summit of Ben Nevis up here as I look out on distant lands, and I am sure I can see the coast of Ireland. The smell of sweet moist air lingers for hours in this ancient land of the Cruithne, with its bobbing boats and brightly painted buildings.
The little bush in the garden still has its leaves; a strange sight among the shivering naked trees. The flowers are quietly stirring and await the glory of springtime.
The wind whistles a familiar song of childhood memories, while the new life of spring slowly unfolds...
Roz2012
The stick trees are bare and covered with ice. Surrounding islands seem so near on this blue water, blue sky day, though there are clouds in the distance promising rain.
All this beauty...the mountains...everything, will one day vanish back to the crazy universe, for we are all petals of a great unfolding cosmic flower. But for now old Alba looks majestic and proud as she stands in her frozen beauty. Her songs and mysteries wrap me in the warm blanket of her proud history.
When the heart sounds the call, it is time to touch the shores of home.
A piper on a distant hill is playing a sad lament, stirring the landscape into a swirl of mist and longing. The song of the bagpipes is the sound of the Soul as it moves through the people in the land of my birth.
It feels like the summit of Ben Nevis up here as I look out on distant lands, and I am sure I can see the coast of Ireland. The smell of sweet moist air lingers for hours in this ancient land of the Cruithne, with its bobbing boats and brightly painted buildings.
The little bush in the garden still has its leaves; a strange sight among the shivering naked trees. The flowers are quietly stirring and await the glory of springtime.
The wind whistles a familiar song of childhood memories, while the new life of spring slowly unfolds...
Roz2012
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
Satya - the Truth of Life
We wait to be called to the altar of Truth.
Our heart knows the way but our body is often lost on other dimensions.
Follow the path of the heart, for she can never lie. Satya is coming.
Gandhi preached Satya Graha, nonviolence and Truth.
Even when India was free he was sad that it was not more.
He wanted all religions in his country to speak from their heart and see Truth, but they could not.
India was not ready for this Truth, and yet ancient India gave us the path of the sutras of Truth.
Satya is imminent, like a second coming whose wave already washes over our shores.
We wait for a teacher to bring us what we already possess in our heart - the Truth of Life.
Many try so hard to bring heaven down to earth, and at times we succeed.
Perhaps the world cannot be changed, though we always try.
We must always try.
So we wait to be called to the altar of Truth.
The heart rises with the sounding horn of the coming of Satya.
Have courage, children of Light! Never despair.
There is a power that exists within all things, and it is loving and good.
It moves within all life in all worlds and universes.
Science may say that all calculations reduce to zero, but we know it is not nothing - it is Everything!
It is love!
Sound the horn of Satya!
You are the now and the beyond.
You are the one who can tell the world that Satya is near.
You will feel it in your heart, for Satya is the eternal Truth.
Satya is the age of Truth.
Satya is close, a breath away. Listen to your heart.
The Truth of life belongs to all life.
Why ask a guru when you already possess this Truth. Look within.
Satya is coming.
Your questions, your tears, your love - make it so.
Roz2012
"Ascension" by Gilbert Williams
Our heart knows the way but our body is often lost on other dimensions.
Follow the path of the heart, for she can never lie. Satya is coming.
Gandhi preached Satya Graha, nonviolence and Truth.
Even when India was free he was sad that it was not more.
He wanted all religions in his country to speak from their heart and see Truth, but they could not.
India was not ready for this Truth, and yet ancient India gave us the path of the sutras of Truth.
Satya is imminent, like a second coming whose wave already washes over our shores.
We wait for a teacher to bring us what we already possess in our heart - the Truth of Life.
Many try so hard to bring heaven down to earth, and at times we succeed.
Perhaps the world cannot be changed, though we always try.
We must always try.
So we wait to be called to the altar of Truth.
The heart rises with the sounding horn of the coming of Satya.
Have courage, children of Light! Never despair.
There is a power that exists within all things, and it is loving and good.
It moves within all life in all worlds and universes.
Science may say that all calculations reduce to zero, but we know it is not nothing - it is Everything!
It is love!
Sound the horn of Satya!
You are the now and the beyond.
You are the one who can tell the world that Satya is near.
You will feel it in your heart, for Satya is the eternal Truth.
Satya is the age of Truth.
Satya is close, a breath away. Listen to your heart.
The Truth of life belongs to all life.
Why ask a guru when you already possess this Truth. Look within.
Satya is coming.
Your questions, your tears, your love - make it so.
Roz2012
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