Dawn's Mercy

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Dawn spills midnight blue across the Oneness of this sky, as sunlight again creates the shadows of Earth, in hues of gold, now red.

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, and 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.

Waking from the sweet dullness of sleep, each new day we are beckoned by the tides of light to again continue along our path; to again resolve the frictions of hardship, ambition, and relation; to solve in ourselves the same scene a hundred, perhaps a thousand times, realizing that we have the free will to corrupt, stabilize, and finally purify who we are, by reading in the world the reflections of ourselves.

But then occasionally, unexpectedly, there comes that moment of pure light where 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 at last it is understood that night and day is a point of view. The Sun has never stopped shining for us. It is the spinning Earth that has given us our experiment, allowing the troubles of life to pull us this way and that, in struggle and rest, in action and contemplation. And yet each of us may rise beyond the circle of time and settle as a witness, the observer, calm in the understanding that life happens not to us, but for us. We are here to change in a place of Change through the expression of each precious moment of living.

A Vision of Night

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Seldom is true goodness ambiguous, so we might wonder why a Soul chooses to blind itself with emotion and desire, to delve into the darkness of distraction and to walk through life neglectful of the beauty that sustains it. Could it be that once it has realized the freedom of individuality, a young Soul, a child of Light such as yourself set free in the firmament, must first fulfill some irresistible urge to express itself aloud in the darkness and thereby know what it truly is and what power is its own?

Here on this Earth we see how everyone talks and argues their truth, for the world is a Soul’s mirror, where it may create and recreate itself in its own light as often as it wishes, to thereby entertain its vanity or test its understanding of love.

As the Soul advances, it receives many suggestions on how to behave and who to become, and as the embodied light walks forward through the darkness, it must test the contour of its heart with each footfall. It will stumble at first, and long after, but eventually it will right itself and find wisdom in its expression.

In the beginning and at the end of this night, it is the solitary Soul in the loneliness of his own mind who must decide what ideas he will express and what design his heart will demonstrate—not his neighbor, nor his hero, or his culture. Understanding this responsibility precedes any lasting freedom.

Within this night is our grand experiment, where we, you and I, run this way and that, up and down the avenues of the absurd, sleeping, crying, laughing and dreaming. But above the heaviness of night an idea, like the sunlit moon, looks patiently, placidly, even longingly upon us. It’s light contains the key to our own, a way back that is so simple and so pure, for high up within each Soul resides the perfect idea, the Word, perhaps, and we are here to find it and even emulate its flawless expression of love.

As the Soul treks through darkness with no memory of where it came from, and often having no idea where it is going, there remains that particular knowledge, stirring and agitating the young Soul to move forward and create itself anew. Herein rests the true vision of night.