Is not every expression of man's a call of his Invisible I to his Visible I to 'come home and rest'? Does not the spirit of Life call to the soul of Life in the words of every poet, in the images of every artist, in the melodies of every musician, in the theories of every scientist and in the reasonings of every philosopher? Are not each of these expressions ones of He who is without breath calling She who is of breath, home, for why and how, He wants to know, is breath necessary for He to Be? Yet, in the asking of the purpose of the breath of Her, He knows She cannot answer, for She is the dream of He, and as wisdom has revealed to him, does not the answer lie in the One who dreams and not in the dream of the One?
Until the answer is Revealed of Himself, He dreams of Her in Him. Singing to Her of her beauty and of her ugliness, reasoning with Her for the sake of His illusory rest.
He gathers his breath gently and violently unto himself of his longing and of his lust, of his faith and of his trust; these things of Her he must bear until She comes home and He breathes no more.
He and She
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Re: He and She
Mensa says: You will know when she comes to you and she will be yours and you will be hers.movingalways wrote:Is not every expression of man's a call of his Invisible I to his Visible I to 'come home and rest'? Does not the spirit of Life call to the soul of Life in the words of every poet, in the images of every artist, in the melodies of every musician, in the theories of every scientist and in the reasonings of every philosopher? Are not each of these expressions ones of He who is without breath calling She who is of breath, home, for why and how, He wants to know, is breath necessary for He to Be? Yet, in the asking of the purpose of the breath of Her, He knows She cannot answer, for She is the dream of He, and as wisdom has revealed to him, does not the answer lie in the One who dreams and not in the dream of the One?
Until the answer is Revealed of Himself, He dreams of Her in Him. Singing to Her of her beauty and of her ugliness, reasoning with Her for the sake of His illusory rest.
He gathers his breath gently and violently unto himself of his longing and of his lust, of his faith and of his trust; these things of Her he must bear until She comes home and He breathes no more.