Dawn spills midnight blue across the Oneness of sky as sunlight again creates the shadows of Earth in hues of gold, now red. I, from the sweet dullness of forgetting, am beckoned by the tides of light to awake and continue along my path: to again resolve the frictions of hardship, ambition, and relation; to solve in myself the same scene a hundred, perhaps a thousand times, realizing the free will to corrupt, stabilize, and finally purify who I am, by reading in the world the reflections of myself. Indeed, to change in a place of Change through the expression of each precious moment of living.
Life does not often demand that a lesson be learnt in a single moment with force or violence, but gently, with mercy, in the procession of days, weeks, or even years; almost imperceptibly in the small choices placed within the turn of each day, in an elegant cycle of light and dark, work and rest, trial and reflection.
Thus, conflict becomes the coin of human life, but occasionally, unexpectedly, there comes that moment of magic. An aperture allows pure insight to shine upon the Soul’s method: the mind flies into the sky, high above the world, far past the orbit of the moon, and sees the Earth to its left and the Sun to its right and grasps that there would be neither day nor night but for the turnings of our world.
Night and day is a point of view, for the Sun shines all the while. The spinning Earth has given me my experiment, allowing the troubles of life to pull this way and that, but released, I may rise above and know my Self. And having risen beyond the circle of time, I settle as the witness, the observer, calm in an understanding that life happens for me, not to me.