Of Being

A world must have its moment even as the river and the lava flow. The blood, an echo from the seething womb of earth— the wind, defying origin and death, are alien to footsteps which must cease when wisdom speaks. Then only humankind can hear. Then it is that listening and stillness find their wedding bliss...when awareness of another plain drifts in. Frisson within the heart arises; there in that dimension made where time is set aside, flesh and spirit chant the hours and this transcendent consciousness that you and I who walk below the stars have dubbed humanity, must marvel as it pushes back its intellect and learns again that love is all there is. ~