Mystery Part 2

Sorrowful Mystery
September 22, 2021: Day 14

Reflection ~ Odilon Redon 1895

There’s an intimacy occurring at the heart center.
A circulation of Our Mother, as blood, lymph, tissue and cells.
Death breaks us open to our tenderest places.
Sorrow navigates our ship of emotions on often uncertain waters.
A circulation of Our Mother, as blood, lymph, tissue and cells.
SHE calls out to us through circumstance and spirit world.
Sorrow navigates our ship of emotions on often uncertain waters.
And we ask Why? Why are we here?
SHE calls out to us through circumstance and spirit world.
Hidden rubies and unforeseen gifts await the weary.
And we ask Why? Why are we here?
And we wade through the mire of abstract and our reality.
Hidden rubies and unforeseen gifts await the weary.
There is a “turnaround”, a gap of newness. And we wade through the mire of abstract and our reality. May we find the peace that is discovered beyond all understanding. There is a “turnaround”, a gap of newness.
Fresh inhalations revive and oxygenate our lungs.
May we find the peace that is discovered beyond all understanding.
A new choreography of movements allow us to abide and dance.
Fresh inhalations revive and oxygenate our lungs.
Loss, like a heavy boulder weighs us down.
A new choreography of movements allow us to abide and dance.
Sorrow may prove the victor awaiting its turn, always a surprise.
Loss, like a heavy boulder weighs us down.
You taught me endurance and faith are available.
Sorrow may prove the victor awaiting its turn, always a surprise.
There are no winners but a newly woven cloth emerging.
You taught me endurance and faith are available.
Krishna decried “faith so strong, never shaken by heaviest sorrow.”
There are no winners but a newly woven cloth emerging.
Allowing is an antidote for synthesis.
Krishna decried “faith so strong, never shaken by heaviest sorrow.”
There is no time-line in the imaginings of one’s sorrows.
Allowing is an antidote for synthesis.
The time-line is non-existent.
There is no time-line in the imaginings of one’s sorrows.
Clairaudience brings its own gifts in sound.
The time-line is non-existent.
Words’ deep embodiment before sound, before silence.
Clairaudience brings its own gifts in sound.
There’s an intimacy occurring at the heart center.
Words’ deep embodiment before sound, before silence.
Death breaks us open to our tenderest places

Image: Reflection, by Odilon Redon
*why are we here and turnaround, inspired from
Sand Talk by Tyson Yunkaporta

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