Guest guest Posted October 9, 2001 Report Share Posted October 9, 2001 The field mouse scurries and forages in its small acreage of consciousness. Its little heart rejoices in the insolence of its modesty. Yet a mans heart is turned upon the lathe of cognizance itself. Humility is not his nest, for he lives in the eye of the eagle. He must spread his wings to live in the spaciousness of this life. His heart in flight, consumes the mouse in the fire of spirit. In deepest gratitude, be grateful to be the music of the wind of change. If you have a thought more humble than this, or more noble than this, it is a mistaken identity. It is the nature of arrogance to tumble over its conceit. Yet it is always returned to tremble upon the highest branch of safety. However a false humility, will eat your heart from the inside out, and you will be dead before you have learned to fly. True humility accepts no chains, for it gives its heart to the sacred storm that uncovers it. Brook no less a god than the freedom of the wind. Arise each day in the heart, and crown yourself with eagle feathers. You do not have to preen a plumage that is the gift of perfection, just be uplifted and fly with ease. Your life is the wing of prayer. There is a time to embrace the low places. To lay yourself down upon the earth, to again be the root of all things. To love the little creatures of your soul, and to delve within the nature of all unassuming appearance. Yet do not assume yourself to be any creature. Your aerie is the highest presence. The wind of change is your transcendence. The flight of freedom is the music of the heart, and it must peal and soar. Its field is the eye of the sky you would play within. Love plays you like music. You cannot say where it is, you cannot say, where it is not. Every one has a soul space to grow in, where a child learns to dance, until the music and musician are one. love eric. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> All works and compositions found on the page submitted by ErcAshfrd (AT) aol (DOT) com Are the Copyright of E. J. Ashford. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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