Guest guest Posted August 13, 2001 Report Share Posted August 13, 2001 we realize our potential for beauty within the study of the ancient's wisdom unfolding in our hands. As we balance what we know with what we think we know, awakening in us an awareness that not all our imaginings are so. We walk a different way than before releasing itself, our under workings of unthought of potential. Our lives forever altered as we approach the altar of our own making. Who do we see upon the burdened cross but an image of our very own self, sacrificed for the many to become one. We are in tune with the mystery of life into death and death becoming life, when we seek but to expand on all we thought was right. Our lives becoming the truth in expression upon the destiny hill of sacrifice. We die all the same as mere mortal men to live in fullness of the mighty white light of truth. Our hearts become ourselves as we are transformed from something not whole into wholeness of purity. Upon our soul awakening, we begin to recognize the fountain of youth within our own weak bodies. Are we really free in our imagined state of being, or are we merely an empty shell of potential, walking upon the illusion of our shattered lives. Welcome the potential of who you really are, on the sacrificial shore of all you thought you were. Scattered debris of a painful illusion spread free upon the whispered winds of healing. Bow and take refuge upon your knee within the temple of yourself, worshipping all that you really are as truth blossoms and takes root within your home, the heart. Lynette Lovers embrace within the fold of glorious union, dissolve into my eyes of nothing beyond I am. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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