Returning.

[Guest guest]

Sometimes we are called to retune the music of the heart.

That a poignant sadness, can once again sweeten us. We

should not consider this a contrary movement of our spirit.

For the soul knows what it needs, in order to clear the

weeds from our path.

The wave crest that glints and flashes in the bright air,

knows that the spire of its urgency to be, must inevitably

return to the hollowing, where the oceans impulse rises.

Sometimes a simple tune, played on an old fiddle, reminds

us that joy is a symphony of many melodies, none more

celestial than the other. The love song needs to return to

find the earth of this longing, to rediscover the counterpart

of a recurring theme.

Love must sing once more a solitary motif, born on the night

wind, to be the haunting of itself. Sometimes we need to be homeless

in order to be home. To commemorate the passage

and passing, of this soul-moving way of the wind, as it plays

though the lonely heart.

This ghost dancing with God is a rest and renewal that

lovers need, that they find repose in the pause between one

movement and another. A sweet abeyance to be the sadness

of love in the arms of love. These retreats are a hospice for

the heart, that new tendrils of desire can be woven again

into a more translucent fugue from the dissolution of

unfinished symphonies.

There must be a breaking down of that which can no longer

be used in, in order for the soul to respond more intimately

to the next chord that love creates. Just as the summer

unwinds itself to fall, we fall into this recovering rhythm for

the regeneration of a sacred flowing.

When the vine of this ardor we have, overgrows itself with

too many entanglements, the Gardener levels us nearer to

the root, that the fruit that comes forth will be more

bearable to Her lovers. This fallowing term is our souls

endearment to its truth. Embrace this disjoining, knowing

that the foundation is pregnant with new beginnings. That

though the song maybe a loneliness in you for a little while,

it is a gift you are given, that you can synthesize fresh

elation from the music of simplicity.

This returning, is our time to be taken apart in the wind of

Gods desire. Love must surrender you to the tempo of the

soul, to be the music of its transition. This plaintive singing is our

abiding power. Do not think it a retreat or a loss. It is

re-creation of a divine melody in you that will set you free.

Every soul has a magical place

where the mind can rest

like a raindrop......

This earth lap,

is for loves awakening.

The Beloved has walked

across your flower bed

and left you crying again.

But look- The blooms are still swaying!

Endless prayer.

love

eric.

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