Vibration of soul

This was originally posted in 2012! Wow, ten years ago!
I decided it needed an upgrade and a bit of an edit.
This was originally posted in 2012! Wow, ten years ago!
I decided it needed an upgrade and a bit of an edit.
My new book is now live!
It’s a short story concerning an Earth Angel, Love, Life & Death, Nature, the Universe, Imagination, Reality, Awakening and Existence.
It’s available here at …
LULU
Barnes & Noble
Amazon.com
And other online stores.
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The image with the prism rainbow is a reflection from my window and I think it looks pretty neat especially as it gives the shadow some light and fits pretty well with the story.
Thank you.
Edit.
I forgot to add some snippets from the book, so here they are 🙂
There is a silent calm travelling through his life, it permeates his being, his actions, his connections: he is a tree amongst the noises of humanity. Sometimes he thought of himself as wandering in soulless oblivion, then he thought of himself as wandering in search of she who understands. She who is equal to his silence; she who is the shadow to his tree, or he the shadow of hers.
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Sitting one time in the silence and deathly stillness of an emerging sunrise he had a moment of acuity, for there on the horizon time was being born. He became aware of how mighty is silence and stillness and of how, even for a few seconds, this gap in time was magical and eternal. He lived in this moment and came to see the endless possibilities of thought.
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The raven in the sunshine gleams in its blackness. Its bulky shadow gives flight to its consciousness and thus its intelligence. Its beak points while those eyes, looking beyond what mere humans can see, penetrate the arena and off into the fields of time and mystery where the knowledge of all things become known. The raven in the sunshine gleams deep in the pleasure of its secrets, and at once he sees the beauty of it all, but seeing is not having. He can hear the distant musicians. He can see the collection of art. He can see the butterfly dazzling the flower with its own beauty. He can see the clouds as they move in their silent caress of the universe. He can see the colours of humanity, and at once the pain of it all struck him with sharp needles of confusion.
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Naked are the stars in winter as they caress the evening sky with their immense solitude, like so many leaves blinking when they fall and flutter in the breeze as moonlight kisses them. He lays upon the ground watching the rhythmic blinking where he drifts into an unconscious moment of trepidation. Dare he allow himself to sink into the flesh of life shining above him? Dare he allow his soul to touch those many deaths and births? Dare he begin to forget her so he can begin to know her? Dare he and if he dares, how does he begin?
The silence of today
breathes life into tomorrow
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Fragment from my new book
Fingers crossed it will be out soon but looking more likely to be next year!
It’s a spiritual elemental love story
Spiritual awakening
There are many reasons as to why we are, or feel fragile and also why we fear, but sometimes we fear because we are fragile, timid, controlled or unable to come to terms with our weaknesses or our imaginings of a weakness within us because those who do control prefer it that we stay inside our shells and so we become more and more unable to break free of their bonds and our own bonds.
It is very difficult to stand up, very difficult to say what we think, very difficult to acknowledge that we are anything but their servant, very difficult to believe in the strength lying within and very difficult to be open to the reality of the idea that we are a person of note with our own tools of and for life.
The biggest and greatest tool we have is imagination.
We are stronger holding the belief of our courage in our hearts, in our souls; in our very bones.
You can awake the fragile and you can release the fear but yes it is difficult, very difficult.
We are born seeing the world as a solid place
with different surfaces: earth, air, water, fire and so forth.
All solid in their own way.
We go about our lives interacting with each surface
creating things using a mixture of these solids which includes ourselves.
Sometimes when there is a silence there comes a clarity
and the dust motes begin their slow dance of finality.
If you sit long enough with the air around you becoming still
you’ll come to see things in their natural states.
You’ll receive a heightened appreciation of your surroundings
and with your senses reborn you can watch as the dust settles
to reveal a blank canvas where everything permanent, solid,
has an ambient essence of life with a different atmosphere.
You’ll see.
She will have her way as the slow progress of nature moves ever onwards.
Time is irrelevant for the leaf because it knows one day
it will become a tree, a rose or even a mountain
as we struggle in the mulch of our own awakening.