Recollections of a Dream
And once again, it begins.
Let him live, let him live as a man, without the shape of your hidden dreams. You have heard of the breath, have you not? The one that honours life and living? Breathe it then, and inhale what is good for you.
A fresh breeze is blowing, yet its touch burns you like no other; beware you then, of fanning the winds of heaven. A gust of this wind will give birth to a tornado, sweeping you away from where you could be. Liken this to the danger of the crow who frantically tugs at the air to flee from what it can never escape…
In speaking of the crow, do you know of the false prophets who give only what they take and who are served by those who take only what they give? Their cawing are heard as words of wisdom by the deaf. To recognise the caw for the screech that it is both an understanding and an expression – a sign, if there ever was one, of where not to remain.
To know where to live… be warned that the heart that beats against its body beats against itself. This is a knowledge of opposites and from its interplay comes forth the knowing of directions. Throw it all away! Throw all what you thought and think of what can never be thrown – you will discover this to be forever and that it is already present within you.
The empty quarter stands before you, open. Peer into infinity, yourself. To look ahead takes courage and the courageous ones discover that the past is evidence for today and is lived over and over by those who blunt their own vision with calloused fingertips. The truth however is now and this truth is also known as tiger vision…
The vision in the mirror is you.
Do you know of the mirror?
Look into it and you will see.
What a boon it would be to know of that which you already possess. Value upon value, priceless beyond reward and yet the ears hear only mystery. The mysterious path is an open one, its illusions available to all, and in hearing only mystery, most stumble upon the distance not yet traversed. This is the illusion of movement without motion; movement without motion… have you heard then of the Last Day? It it is the day before the Beginning. This is the day that those who mark down as forever will be forever marked as those who will never wake to see the Sun Rise.
The Siren song stands in place of your Artistry. Notes the words of its composition, they were written for your benefit…
For some, the ink flows from the pen and not from the person;
consider then, the nature of your appeal…
From the outside, one can hear through to the source of their wisdom. They long to separate their knowledge into spheres and in doing so, demonstrate their command of authority. Did they not see that Mother was always the head of the home?
This is it! The gift of infinite directions, leading nowhere. Do not make the mistake of holding off now for the future and recall, ever so considerately, the lure of the Golden Path.
Stay hidden and observe. There is a moment for doing and many more for not. This is the state of things and because of this state, you must be wary of accepting that which would hinder change; the body indeed matures but the question to be asked is ‘What of the Soul?”
The warning? Beware of your dreams of justifications. Heaven’s burden is a light one and is argument itself for not continuing on as before.
