Guest guest Posted November 17, 2005 Report Share Posted November 17, 2005 The peaceful warrior walks in the calamitous memories of silence, dons a silver coat of armor inscribed with the word of God, he or she rides a magnificent white steed that flies in both sun and shadows of the night, adoring and cherishing the hearts of all, for there is noOne save the Beloved. The peaceful warrior dances with lions and sings with the howling of black wolves, prays with eyes turned inward, and hands turned outward, ceaselessly giving and receiving praise, a close yet distant and secret Magnificat, of windmills grinding the daily bread or a gifting, manna from heaven, the taste of nectar and honey. The peaceful warrior's eyes weep starlight and tenderly behold a baby's first breath, she dances rainbows in filigree patterns of spider webs, and fishes with snowy egrets, the raven and eagle are his earthly companions, they speak in parables only he understands, and sometimes words spill like the hunger of a leopard when truth flees on the wounds of a gazelle. Sometimes benediction dissolves the broken hearted in the nearness of Love, the proximity and destiny of the last strawberry on the fall downward as the peaceful warrior descends into One Heart, struck by lightning, the glimmer and shimmer patterns of the Enlightened Mind; unearthed and plucked from the agony and ecstasy of the one and only Lover, this is the way The Universal Soul is born. Love and Peace, Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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