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| To step 'outside' this World for a moment of timelessness achieves a perspective that affords analysis, assessment, and reintegration of self within a person's timelines. I have recently done so - examining all that has led me in this journey of life to the current moment, to gain objectivity and understanding, and ultimately resolution. To find peace with pain, and still enter the World to risk more hurt while aspiring for pleasure... is the bravery of a human hero.
In humble silence, I, the hero of a human quest, salute our daily testament to inner courage, and acknowledge the torment, anguish, and desperation surmounted on the way. I did not die my soul, though I was bound to this course. Instead, after lamenting frustration, I have come to know, my ensoulment is the only source of succor, and my precious soul comes only to dance upon the invitation to Create. Therefore herald I, Come then the Dance!' Come, the worship of beauty, the lavish adulation of form and grace nested within the sonic harmony of supporting tone. Come to me my tiny threads of time, that I might weave you into the dreamscape of imagination, incubate you within the loving folds of my Heart-Womb, and then birth you into the Temple of a Heaven on Earth! Come to me all orphaned dreams, that I might guide you to your Creators adrift. As I too forsook my love of life from pain, I understand lost ones withholding spirit from their broken hearts, and I weep for them as I have for I... Taking up my lute and lyre, I pluck upon heartstrings Come then the Dance my loves! Remember who you are my Creators and find your unbegotten children who long to fill your Heart-Womb. Spirit is all around us, it is but to open the ears and eyes and heart and remember what it is to love the Dance of Life and the Revelry of Creation... ...for without it, there is no living,
Harken, then to the hero's call, Allow not the conquest of this World to break your boughs, but live again to grow the new green shoot, to take on a new form! Though crooked from the fall, is the singular beauty of a lightning-struck oak... mightier than the blow of Thor's Hammer. For if we can survive the forge, the smelting, and the pressure that gives us form... we emerge from our smoldering suffering, as powerful tools of unbreakable strength. The mightier the blow, the more true the metal. Through the solid crystal lattice of the sword that I am, comes the electricity of my living soul. My scars, then my gift. My tears, the amniotic matrix of my rebirth, and my cries, the song of a forged heart made to ring more true. An open hand I extend to those of broken hearts... I honor your path and your choice, the heroes that you are, as I hold aloft the sword of my own liberation, and if you would allow, I would walk beside you to illuminate the way, to the Temple where your Soul shines from within.
Enlakesh,
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