Love, O Love … is beyond oceans, beyond walls, beyond minds — where glances are stolen without, is felt within;
where thoughts are expressed without, are read within. Be the nature of the heart to remain truehearted in Love … the flames of Love are of histories designed and civilisations borne. The soul returns to the Heart of Love, when its time to leave. For most souls, the separation begins in the union, and for the select few, the soul returns to the form only to return as breath and experienced in dreams.
Always, in the Moment
When the dreams revolve like cosmos without,
Where stars flicker like candlelights
Within the grand Moment
are dances of the cosmos, therein the in-time
Sleep, yet who sleeps and keeps you warm
in dreams, in winter
Breathe, yet who gifts the journey memories
In the Moment, Love Is.
Nobody really loves no-one, yet in Being ItSelf, is Love effloresce — attain to that state where being, is non-thing, non-form.
Not emptiness — the nature of vibrations, encompass the most minute, for it is still of the veil. There’s a difference between thought, and thinker; to discern polarities and withdrawing from it — right and wrong, black or white etcétéra is to first attain, to realise, to comprehend the whole, indivisible — neither thing, nor form.
Therein the meridian is the scension … the journey from root to crown. The child is the secret of the Father — the angelic realm and state is when one attains to the secret within as without, above as below.
The concept of reproduction as in fractalisation is the continuance of the hidden. That which is hidden is not within emptiness.
The secret is in the Verb, of the Word.
Quand les âmes aiment, le moment est l’éternité — AainaA-Ridtz A R
Learn not to sweep precious moments, as dusts under the cherished carpet anymore …