An armoury of fire within our soul, allows our spirit to soar and grow.
How far or near, doth thy protect us from the source unknown.
Many a dimension like the facet of a bright diamond, whoever clearly looks inside, can without transparency, see the true picture of hurts and embedded smiles of loving yesterdays, or beautiful tomorrows.The reflections are too many, a complication of life.
Each united in a diverse beauty of eternity, more often the time line, which never stands still. Power, knowledge of just being as one, as many, been before, return again.
Our lives circle can never be broken yet can never be mended. Everyone is joined at source through pure knowing, pearls of being, visions of light. Often blinded by memories, at one with the source of all creation.
A great magnitude of realms of angels. Attics within our very being, a storehouse of time, a library of knowledge, but where does knowing dwell? Who doth nurture, categorise, prioritise, satisfies the very soul?
Where and how does father time demand so much of one soul, many lifetimes?
So many needs, so much to give, to achieve to know so near and still. Compassion grows beneath the wings of the eagle’s strength of commitment to the mountains, clouds of freedom that share a borrowed life in ownership of none, yet everyone.
Where, who and what are we or you and us? If no one person, we may be many?
Copyright 2009 Marie Macintyre-Thomson
Inspiration writing penned when overshadowed by my spirit guides, allowing us to share the divine knowledge of eternal life of the soul incarnate. An aspect of reincarnation. Time is precious the clock of life is ticking we must use it wisely…..