Friday, December 7, 2012

The Empyrean

by Gustave Doré


When we remember ourselves, we are brought back to the realisation that all happiness, joy and sustenance come from within, from our souls. We realise that we never needed anything else, that we are fully sustained by the spiritual fire burning within our hearts.


And we can Surrender, open our arms and let the chains of our own bondage go. This is the “simple” part, but one we find so difficult, so long as we see whatever we are holding to as a source of our happiness. As we become the sun, as we realise we need nothing to shine – within us is the source of creation. And in time we laugh at the futility of carrying the very weight that bears us down.


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Truth

by Rembrandt


Perhaps truth is there somewhere suspended
waiting for us to discover or stumble into it…. like Love. And if we find it do we not imagine we could accept and digest and live it?

Sometimes I think that truth is a temporary platform
we sleep and rest on
only to be abruptly wakened
 or shocked into discovering a new one.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Angel


This beautiful Angel by Botticelli is surrounded by streams 
of Golden light each beam is on a journey to illuminate and 
change the soul it touches. It is the nature of light to change 
things into itself, to become radiant and luminous it is a special 
food for our inner life to continue. When we remember ourselves 
and remember God we connect to that from which we came, we 
return to the simplicity of Love and pure Beingness.

~C



Monday, December 3, 2012

The Hour...


by M.C. Escher


The hour is striking so close above me,
so clear and sharp,
that all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: there's a power in me
to grasp and give shape to my world.

I know that nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.

 

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Patience

by Leonardo da Vinci


Patience serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold. 
For it you put on more clothes as the cold increases, it will have no power to hurt you. 
So in like manner you must grow in patience when you meet with great wrongs,
and they will then be powerless to vex your mind.

~Leonardo da Vinci

 
How many times I heard my Mother tell me, "Patience is a virtue!"
 The art of growing a soul is indeed a joy,
yet to labour for something of such great price and beauty to develop,
it would be prudent to put this virtue into practice more often.