Life from A Monk.
Not a penny or a pound is found, in this silence of mine. As the morning lark sings the vibration of the hairs within my ear, Acknowledges that song of a new day, a new morn. For its now time to rise and open my eyes. As I connect to my body again, I am aware of my breath exuding my cavities inside. As I now become alive for another day, in the presence of all before me. As a look and lie, I can see the morning sky develop. And that blanket of old Oak Trees. Is Mother natures over coat, for these dominant giants of my time, have absorbed the mist and activities of the fading night. As they welcome the new day ahead.
And the glimmering shimmer of moisture, over this blanket of Oak Trees,
protects the forest beneath and allows that sap of water, to filter down to nourish the Nature beneath its coat of emerald green, and rustic colours. And the glistening light filters through to illuminate my spot, where I sit in contemplation in my meditative state, adoring this beauty where the history and generational structure of all, speaks in the silence to me.
The acknowledgement of my brothers is accepted with the eyes and the hand.
In the silence we know, how to blend with our Soul. For as we all gather within the Great halls we attain together that point were we could almost reach out and touch
Our Creator in our time, given that I have thee and those brothers I sit with, I have everything. The prophecy bestows men that have walked these valley’s years ago.
We now sit with that creator we saw in our meditative state. To rise to this level is one that requires the patience and commitment, to open ones mind. In the presence of the presence, is surely a difficult task for some before you, as I see! The holy law is that one does become one in time. To be known of that era is surely a great gift.
I have talked of the presence within the presence, to some this may be confusing, but if you understand this, then you require no great gift. That to realise, you have it within, is to establish that great gift of connection, to this presence that is before each and everyone of you friends. The Silence can speak beyond words of the Greatest Dictionary, for it is then that words become the most gracious words ever written in all of time. For these words are off your making and they speak to all that will listen. For they come from the very depths of the inner being that is you, that child of time!
For that garden of Eden holds many fruits, but to look beyond what the eye can see, is to know that you, as a being of the infinite, do hold those fruits within your very being, it is when you can see this undeveloped state, that it is then and only then, that the true reflection of that very Nature of the God you call God will talk to you. Beyond words that will be unimaginable, to both man and beast. Can you acknowledge this my friend?
My journey was a decision I made long ago. Two months have gone, two years have gone, now two centuries. Time of itself has nothing to fear, for we all will gather to that point. Where we will become part of that essence of time. And to take what is before you, now, is to appreciate that you, as a human being. On that life of yours is to cherish that you have a life, which is open to learning. And it is also the one life that will give free will, when you require it to be.
So as I will now depart in what I am speaking, I will give you some further instruction, If you will listen to me, for a short while, I will give you all that I can give, but your hands and your soul will have to be willing to accept this from me, for some of you will not be open to this. For that is the time you live in dear friends.
Be strong and follow all you aspirations. The mental arrhythmia of the conscious mind has baffled some for centuries. Both scientist and communicators in this field have deployed various techniques. To evaluate this great mind, of the very duplicative contrastive texture of the being, that has been created before you.
“In time nothing will be seen but all will be explained!”
Ignatius
© A Mc Grath