A waft of incense and the brief scent of rose as the gift is presented in conduit unto the inner and outer center that is the altar of the heart, thereby it is sat in the place of mysteries for our Lady and our Lord to enjoy.
The work of the day has arrived and thoughts are turned inward towards the sacred mirror that reflects the hopes, dreams, gratitude, and mindfulness of the yet fated. Facing easterly this mirror is opened into a concaved vessel whereby the well may hold the glory of the Sun and the cycle of Now born anew. As the light descends, the utterance that vibrates and breathes life into the singular moment is “thou art,” forgetting not— I am that.
The center above is one as with the center herein, and in an instance the center below joins; the heart is as a bridge between the starry sky and the dust beneath the feet, all is one. The vertical axis of the spiritual landscape expands infinitely, a circumference ever widening.
Wherefore in the outer reaches of limitlessness, the stars rise as witnesses unto the holy names upon the lips of creation; lo do they stand before, behind, and at each hand around the seat of the soul. All joins at this threshold between nothing and everything, the divine light cast forth from this spiritual sun permeates all throughout.
Before the sacred altar tolls the bell sounding the attention of the divine pair; reaching out the stream between flows as consciousness is merged and sealed with a prayer. In the end, there is silence and the awaiting day.
Boidh se!
-Spanish Moss
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."
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