TENDER AND FINE

Drift along the shore of happy where the roses of our hopes and dreams thrive. Reach and touch the stars that are nestled in the spirit. Create a galaxy among the pillars of what is known. Then sit back and ignore the bleeding from the thorns of emotional egress that clipped one’s wings of fantasy because one cut by the scissors of criticism.

Life so often seems to reside in the realm of other than the ideal. How do we cope when that becomes a steady diet as mental and spiritual staple? Some might never even grasp that question, but I think it merits being asked.

For the sake of clarity my journey in that sense as mention above is to allow for the ramblings that aren’t affixed to any dependable philosophy. They come from that tender and sensitive side of one’s soul. And if one is prone to being uncomfortable with that element of our deeper layers of presence then such tenderness can be traumatizing.

I’ve seen the people who often refuse to visit those layers and discover what the mind tries to keep secret from our own awareness as a defense mechanism. So they hide and in the process truly become soul sick. On the surface they remain careful to maintain a calm façade, but the undercurrent of turmoil from the lack of honesty truly does take its toll.

The Lord often must bring us beyond any shell of illusion in strength to that revelation of our inner tenderness before we can become mature in terms of relationship with him. We simply will never find balance or know the type of peace that comes from such clarity without surrendering to that mirror moment.

All of this is independent of what the physical plain of reality lashes against our lives. Some don’t appreciate the individual aspect of this process. They entwine both spirit and mind with the body in such a way that it can end up being confusing to their ability to discover the deeper revelations.

It is amazing to me how many followers of the Lord I encounter that never rise beyond the preoccupation with the demands of this life. Even though it is, but a heartbeat away from being a memory when we reach eternity it still consumes to often.

In the shouting and chaos of self-absorbed races we can easily become so blind to what we should see the most. To find the Lord in the midst of the physical realm is a journey of insight that is far more touching than when we try to improvise such relevant interpretations. Meaning, it is so easy to only see the sun and daylight, when we should be looked for the SON. He is the light of life, but when what we only know are the rays of now how can we ever be warmed and feel fine in the process.

Perhaps this is more of a rambling collection of thoughts to some. But I trust to the lord that his spirit will use this as a moment of helping to lead some to the plateau of fine that is our spiritual inheritance. Hopefully, we don’t lose it in the taxing of worry over this life.