Time is a poem without a line.
Time is a river of the seasons, marking beginnings and endings.
Time is the place where dams have held up life making a lake
A beautiful lake, a place to stop, slow down, look below the surface and dive deep.
Dive down to that cave at the bottom of the lake into the rich darkness
Follow your soul’s desire for the incredible longing.
For mother.
The source.
Dive deep past the fear.
Life is the light in the deepness
Swim towards that light
Find the place where everything is vibrant with life.
Pure, clean, primal.
Go there and then further
Move past the light
Move until movement is no more
Feel the expansion.
No thought no language
Light , life
Time is the journey, the poem, the ancient endless map.
The treasure.Jesse
1 comment:
I felt myself diving deep and could hear the water as I descended, could see the streams of light, "the life", around me. Thanks for sharing this. Beautiful.
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