ccwk
11-07-2002, 03:11 PM
Love speaks:
What is the life of the soul?
How can I express, with the limitation of words
And language, something that must be felt
There are no words to describe this reality
But I must endeavor to convey a glimpse, if I can.
Observe the birds of prey, gliding through the air,
Mastering the wind and its currents with such confidence
And the magnificent descend from the sky for their bounty.
Witness the nimbleness of the cheetah as it makes its turns at such speeds
With such precision as it closes in on its reward
Or watch the movements of the dolphins that dance through
The ocean with such majesty and splendor
This wonderful display of life would pale to the potential
Of your souls developed in my love
The life of the soul is one that exists without observation
But one that is experienced and lived in the interior part of man
This does not mean that the possession of my love is not manifested
For this light shines from you and makes itself known in you
But the experience and the life in you, is one of a distinct quality.
It is an existence apart from where my love does not find lodgment.
If I could describe this life it would go something like this
Picture yourselves in a large tent where the most valiant animal trainer
Is subduing the lions and the tigers with the most care and ease.
You are amazed at the apparent love and attention the beasts have for their master
He points and they follow, he whistles and they jump,
He touches them and they kneel humbly before him
The size and proportions of these animals leave you in awe
Why, the fangs and claws are bigger than the man’s hands
Their furry heads are bigger than their master’s torso
And you perceive the evident danger that this man is in
For if one of these animals had their way, you’d shutter at the thought
But your heart beats faster and the excitement within you is momentous
And still you hunger for greater experience
Knowing that the height of your wonders has not been reached
But what if you are no longer the observer?
What if the animal trainer is you?
What if the hero of the comic book is you?
Or the composer of the most beautiful work is you?
What if the painter of the masterpiece is you?
No longer would you dream and make wishes
For you would live your dream and experience your desires
The soul possessed of my love lives the experience
It is different from fiction, fantasy and illusion
It is a life of faith and certainty of conclusion
And yet I find my analogy incomplete
But know that the soul does not observe but lives
The mind of a dreamer is something wonderful
But the soul possessed of my love lives the wonder
What is the life of the soul?
How can I express, with the limitation of words
And language, something that must be felt
There are no words to describe this reality
But I must endeavor to convey a glimpse, if I can.
Observe the birds of prey, gliding through the air,
Mastering the wind and its currents with such confidence
And the magnificent descend from the sky for their bounty.
Witness the nimbleness of the cheetah as it makes its turns at such speeds
With such precision as it closes in on its reward
Or watch the movements of the dolphins that dance through
The ocean with such majesty and splendor
This wonderful display of life would pale to the potential
Of your souls developed in my love
The life of the soul is one that exists without observation
But one that is experienced and lived in the interior part of man
This does not mean that the possession of my love is not manifested
For this light shines from you and makes itself known in you
But the experience and the life in you, is one of a distinct quality.
It is an existence apart from where my love does not find lodgment.
If I could describe this life it would go something like this
Picture yourselves in a large tent where the most valiant animal trainer
Is subduing the lions and the tigers with the most care and ease.
You are amazed at the apparent love and attention the beasts have for their master
He points and they follow, he whistles and they jump,
He touches them and they kneel humbly before him
The size and proportions of these animals leave you in awe
Why, the fangs and claws are bigger than the man’s hands
Their furry heads are bigger than their master’s torso
And you perceive the evident danger that this man is in
For if one of these animals had their way, you’d shutter at the thought
But your heart beats faster and the excitement within you is momentous
And still you hunger for greater experience
Knowing that the height of your wonders has not been reached
But what if you are no longer the observer?
What if the animal trainer is you?
What if the hero of the comic book is you?
Or the composer of the most beautiful work is you?
What if the painter of the masterpiece is you?
No longer would you dream and make wishes
For you would live your dream and experience your desires
The soul possessed of my love lives the experience
It is different from fiction, fantasy and illusion
It is a life of faith and certainty of conclusion
And yet I find my analogy incomplete
But know that the soul does not observe but lives
The mind of a dreamer is something wonderful
But the soul possessed of my love lives the wonder