The morning of life begins when one unleashes the love within. It is here that unfailing truth is revealed in abundance. It is the love for another that breaks the darkness and enlightens with purity and fulfillment. The first chapter of love has begun, and will always be written in time to be gently carried through the violent storms life.
Visions of our soul to soul passion:
The power of my vision lasted seconds, yet a lifetime of desires
of entering into our most sacred essence of our pure love of the fifth dimension of eternal time.
Belonging is a circle that embraces everything; if we reject it, we damage our nature. The word 'belonging' holds together the two fundamental aspects of life: Being and Longing, the longing of our Being and the being of our Longing.
"Our hearts are restless," wrote St. Augustine, and that truth remains fundamental to the human condition. Human restlessness, human desire, human yearning - none of it ever seems finally and fully satisfied. We are truly pilgrims.
Like fields, mountains, and animals we know we belong here on earth. However, unlike them, the quality and passion of our longing make us restlessly aware that we cannot belong to the earth. The longing in the human soul makes it impossible for us ever to fully belong to any place, system, or project. We are involved passionately in the world, yet there is nothing here that can claim us completely.
ETERNAL EMBRACE
As time relentlessly pierces the shrouds of forever. As the ocean forever carries secrets of an unforeseen future. The love of two has been forged into the morning of a new life. A life never before imagined. A life that remains a journey, forever casting light into the hearts of those who may never feel the warmth of a radiant heart.
They embrace with the passion that can never be found without the love as reaching as the stars of a warm summer night.
For it is the love we seek, the love we live, the love that we have become.
Pieces of Passion
Never to return, she yearns to look ahead to the open ocean of dreams, dreams that are revealed in it's own time.
For on the horizon lies the truth of life, a truth that can be revealed to those who realize that it is never the pain that we carry with us, but it is the memories that is an eternity.
The Fifth Dimension The Whispers of my heart The past is held in a state of eternal suspension, the words and deeds live there forever, the events were and nothing can undo them. Only the present has power for change, and that change is only a breath as the present continually feeds the past.
The past cements those sequences of events indefinitely. We may refer to them, reflect about them, reminisce about them all we wish, believing that the power of thought/prayer can change. What does change is our perceptions of our ability to forgive ourselves for our beliefs of time, intimacy and eternal love.
Our powers stop with this second, and cannot go back even an instant. The invisible gate locks and what has happened is secured forever. The past is sealed and we cannot interfere. Beliefs change in the now and God's understanding is revealed.
What has occurred is revealed thru God's love,
and though it may have effects upon the future, the specific action which took place can never be repeated again identically.
Today grows out of yesterday, and today is always new.
It is a rushing wave, this now, that sweeps us along unceasingly from birth to death. We are never really conscious of now until it is past, for by the time we have thought about it, now has become the past. We blink our eyes now, but by the time we have thought about it a few seconds have past, and that blinking of our eyes has become a part of history, and though a million years may pass the fact can never be altered that on a certain day at a certain time we blinked our eyes.
It does not matter whether events are witnessed or not, they still take their eternal place in the record book of time in the universe. There is not a leaf that falls to ground, not an ant that scurries underfoot, not a pebble tossed in a stream, and not a drop of rain that does not have everlasting significance.
Believing in the greatest miracle is having the faith that touches the soul; it is only seen and grasped when the heart is open and the spirit purged of self. Then it awakens faith. But when these conditions are not present there are always reasons to be found to say solemnly and impressively that it is all delusion, or that such-and-such is so because some other thing is so. Or, the excuse that always is handy: We cannot explain it yet...the future will enlighten us about it!
Source: "Jesus Christus: Meditations" by Romano Guardini.
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