The Commanding Soul.

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This Way of us. This pathless way, is loves unfolding path

itself. A guidance that only love directs. The heart is both

lover, and that which it loves. It is both the opening and the

passing through. A light that can be seen as a doorway, but

is a transition of states of devotion. A passage from longing

to fulfillment, that is the guidance of our commanding soul.

This becoming, is an impressing of a spiritual guardianship,

that is our souls relation to a greater commune. A

commanding of a birthright brought to loves indwelling as

its own kindred. God awakens us to a kingdom, where we

reign sovereign, yet are retained in waiting, as a jewel in the

crown of creation.

Guidance over-shadows. A light too bright, for even the

intuitive eye. It arrives as an eagle placed between a

transcendent sun and the earth, screening with the wings of

light itself. This covering is the command to look towards

the pathfinder that opens an inner door for us to walk

through.

Guidance is the gift of emissaries whose being may take

upon them, a form that perception can envision. Yet all

spiritual guides are our own familiars, being the decrees an

over-soul is returning to us. Path finding, is a disclosing of

an antecedence that reminds us of this company of

mentors. This legacy is our relationship with God, She births

awareness through the generations of Herself, as -

Light upon light.

Love compels reunion. A compelling way, laid down as our

path within an urgent presence. A remembrance of sacred

resonance, that is our movement into perfect well-being. It

has placed within each drop of awareness, a tidal wave that

is the prayer of this commanding soul. Love rules each atom

of being in non-resistance. This ancestry, nor its inheritance

makes possible any denial.

The soul represents itself

to become a beggar within its own realm.

Yet it finds its path within,

where nothing is overlooked.

Greet me when you see me.

I am the voice your ear hears first and last.

The sounds of the world

are just our longing

breaking through to union.

Loves commanding way.

Love

eric

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