Life makes no sense without a frame, a context within which one beholds. This frame determines one's life, one's way of being in and as this world. One is the world that one is "in."
One's frame of mind creates one's world. A small frame creates a small world.
I open to the frame of boundless interwhirling. Within this frame is mutual rebirth. The inner mother births the outer father. This is the soul I am.
One's frame of mind creates one's world. A small frame creates a small world.
I open to the frame of boundless interwhirling. Within this frame is mutual rebirth. The inner mother births the outer father. This is the soul I am.
i pray for a larger frame in order to transend the minutia that currently frustrates and clouds my vision.
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An image and a variation: As I stoke the hearth of framed boundlessness in my home at the intersection of the Cross, I open to the flame of boundless interwhirling.
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At the cross road, all is possible.
ReplyDeleteI open to boundless infinite birthing.
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eye open
ReplyDeleteEye open indeed.
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