Rewiring the System


Love Will Find A Way

Posted in Uncategorized by rewiringangel on April 6, 2010
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Earth, Air, Water, and Fire represent the very material of our world.
The water cycle is taught in grammar schools. We all saw the science of this cycle in pictures. All the fresh water on our globe rains down from the cushy clouds and flows into tributaries, rivers, lakes and the vast oceans evaporates up to the clouds to return to the land over again.
The earth cycle is a little different: Every Person Gets What They Be Came Life For… Each in their own time and place.
The Earth Cycle is the shimmering stars behind the placard of relatedness… It is the cycle of clay and we are made of this stardust and shimmer. We are the relatedness of sand, clay and soil. We share the playfulness with our toes in the sandbox of life. Why are we scared? What is so scary?
It is the Earth Cycle with its bioactive interface, which move differently as it is baked, and the re-granulation then moving as dust out to the reaches of our atmosphere making beautiful sunsets.
You and I are made of King of Kings. It is inevitable the earthly decline of all leaders, and of the empires they build here in the three dimensions.

OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley

The few words about our circle of clay in the Sonnet point to the reality of an eternity of relatedness. Who is the King in this dance of sand? The King is Mortal. Our Mortality is a flicker in the Infinite flame of pulsing fire. This is the assertion of Manhood and Womanhood, completely relaxed and with deep respect for the process we move with our individuality.
I had an epiphany; the sudden feeling blossomed in my heart into a realization and comprehension of the essence and meaning of this some something ephemeral. Monday morning, in my regular meditation, I saw the cycle of water turning into a cycle fire. I saw the meditation ritual differently. It is turning the water bowls of the daily alter action not only into the blood of body as wine but into the triple flame. Each being with a consciousness has a chance to become a wick. I do not any longer need to pay reverence to the water cycle or the circle of clay as symbol but to the flame of life itself. I light the light to bring light to dispel all fear of certain span.
‘To be free of fear is to be full of love.’ – Adyashanti

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