Waiting to be Embraced

Once upon a time not so long ago, her newly born eyes witnessed entire galaxies of stars, and from her prospective for the first time they somehow then knew that they were in existence. From morning until the evening the sun blushed bursting radiantly in its liberating light of being realized.

Born to the earth was a special one.  In her eyes the story of love emanated from their ocean blue centers. To look into the sky colored depth of her gaze, ones image would be reflected back into their own eyes, only now dressed in the realization of their own selves, a testament of divine beauty.

In the event of the universe becoming realized through her eyes, its reflection shined back at her. She felt its passion in her heart. From the miracle of consciousness, life itself was realized, then so from its reflection, she then realized her own precious self.

Throughout her life the wisdom of this gloriously divine event expressed upon her birth was suppressed. Like one who is in bondage and imprisoned physically, it was coupled with a methodically mental torment orchestrated by demons of the underworld and men of weakness that walk freely on the surface of the earth. 

In a land at the edge of the horizon, in a cave beneath its bosom, she slowly became conscious of her situation.  In the same instant of her turmoil, somewhere else, the velvet peddle of a flower wilted from the sun’s heat and the absence of rain, and in another place unknown to her, a small bird fell from a tree and had broken its wing.

 She seemed destined to exist within her current state of captivity, from what it reflected back at her she knew that its ugliness existed inside herself along with all the beautiful things she already knew to be.

The conflict of these two contrasting aspects raged inside of her. She looked at the totality of their tempest, and in her witnessing of their entirety she looked at them with compassion, then seeing them as a complete thing. Complete in their love and complete in their denial. Her concept of their interaction although seemingly conflicting, was the defining evolution of unity, a unity still trying to understand that it was different only because the two perspectives didn’t yet know that they were ideas of the same thing, only on opposite ends of the spectrum.  She saw the whole sphere of understanding in that the negative experience added depth within the knowledge of what it was, and added to what she instinctively knew to be true , which was the wisdom within the event of her view of the universe at the time of her birth.

 She knew she had to liberate herself and become the wisdom of her own existence, through accepting the futility of those who see the heavens with only one eye, making the cosmos incomplete. She then thought that to accept this burden of understanding her wisdom must not be hidden like a smile expressed behind a veil of silk and not seen, as well as a shrouded sun could never be able to shed its light or offer its heat to living things.

“If I cannot express the wisdom that I possess then my flower will never fully bloom and my broken wing could not mend.  I shall never then take flight but only to flutter, and the beauty of the universe will not unfold like a blossom thus never realized in its entirety.”

“Allthewhile” the heavens slowly expanded, and the sun cast its light’s life onto the earth from behind a cloud, just laying in wait to be set free.  Waiting to be embraced forever.