The Faces Of Flowers.

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"The forms of snowflakes and faces of flowers may take on

their shape because they are responding to some sound in

nature, likewise, it is possible that crystals, plants, and

human beings may be, in some way, music that has taken on

visible form".~~~~~~~~Cathie E. Guzetta

 

Behind the appearance of matter, there is an impulsion to

sacred geometry. Within the atom there is a pulse that has

traveled from every star that is now, and has ever been.

Imprinted into the energy of space, is the signature of

spiritual expression into form. We have known this for ever,

but not until the physical sciences had formulated this into

conceptual truth, have we been ready to except the obvious

within the apparent. Such is the human mind, it waits to be

its own creation.

 

Seen from the viewpoint of the seed, all things flower

perfectly within the unseen, as forms predetermined by a

divine inscription. Human beings also, hold within them an

ordained evolution of the soul, that has its geometry on the

subtle planes of existence. An ideal that is a growth to form,

a perfect exemplar of our nature in God. For within

seeming chaos lies the blueprint of consummation. Each

created thing has a design embedded in the power of its

attributes, and the soul is the seed bed of every attribute of

God.

 

A tune is the energy channel of a symphony, that upholds its

structure by returning to its theme. Just as breath is the

rhythm of a musical symmetry that brings the harmony of

balance to life. All created forms breathe with a

consciousness inherent with their resonate for a specific

quality, and manifest as the sound, light, and form of the

logos. This Word is spoken within a field of geometric

incomparability that plays out its shape and arrangement as

a prismatic facet of the whole. And so the ice crystal and the

spiral nebuli form a cosmic image of that attraction

representative of completion in all the seen universe of

perception. It is the music of spherical allure, that draws

itself as a portrait of the absolute, in the eye of God.

 

The faces of flowers

display the inner face of all flowering.

Just as one musical note

holds within its pitch the harmony of the next.

Just as a seashell holds within it the essence of the ocean.

The circle of lifes intricate array

opens to form

as the music of the spheres,

to ornament itself in transpiring.

 

You to, have both an original face

and a face that is flowering

to become that absolute countenance.

It is not to be found in time.

It is not to be found outside of time.

 

If you see a difference

between the secret look of such circles within circles

and the music that is sung through them

as Gods spiral playfulness,

you cannot hear the light

of the Word that is your life.

Look deeply into what is before you

and that which appears

shall give you ears to hear.

 

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.