In the quiet stillness
Its consciousness one with the rest of creation
Yet the separate nuance of identity
Forming and forming
As the body prepares itself for birth.
The activity, the excitement, the disturbance of experience
Cultivates awareness of the external, of which so little is known.
It responds with intense fear, wails at the top of its lungs - Born.
Rest, rest little one...
Fear is just the evolutionary signal to help us survive.
We are beginning a new age now, and your peace will herald its coming.
Our reign as the king lion should come to an end
For we are nearly gods already
Will soon be turning on each other
If our savage selves allowed to exist without reason
This path will only lead to total destruction of our kind.
It is time to develop further
Into a species no longer fleeing or frightened.
That primitive response inbred in us not useful anymore
Vestigial emotions that will be discarded
But how long will it take?
500 years for humankind to learn to return to our foetal depths?
More?
Will we last 500 years?
If we do, will we then wake from the womb thirsting for knowledge
Silent, observant and unafraid?
Rest, rest, brothers and sisters...
We are all the same.
No more fighting and hiding
We have so much work to do.
There is so much to see and know,
So much to love and feel.
Rest, rest...
Let our spirits return to our foetal depths.
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http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/453051/why_selfawareness_equates_to_the_knowledge.html
9 comments:
This is a moving and uplifting post. Whenever I look at a newborn I believe in the possibility of good prevailing in this world. -A beautiful post.
I take it that you are now two?
Congratulations!!!
Tis Truth, my love, as your banner speaks, high above your home, that I AM me and there is no other who voices thus.
The Babe does slumber but awake more than not, as the wholeness in the womb is wrought by us mortals all.
Beautiful I find the sounds you pose, a spoken model who sits as the Artists paint and sculpt the words and meanings of the Life.
But the will of some to turn us on our vital womb endeavor, that will to bring us into violence that destroys such mass forever, no.
No, that will not stand and reign, but all will become, for restoration sounds the rising sun and the fires at home will cleanse.
Seek the Birth that will not be, an end in flames and ruin, Seek instead the purifying way of love and let's open the hearts.
For differences are necessary and not the grounds for death, not the stuff of demise and doom, but the stuff of strength as one in pattern strong.
Have Heart my love, the Heart of Child, that slumbers in the Womb, while we give our best to each and all, and Pattern is born from Loom.
Inspired in response, Celestine, to this fine post which resonated with my thoughts this early early morning. Should the post be personal, even as it is obviously universal, my best to you and your child, and my congratulations. Thanks for the visit and notice. I find your Romantic Writing Blog quite nice and more, will visit and read more as time allows, thanks for the pleasure Celestine.
im not with child dear friends... im writing about the process from which the newborn begins its life crying in fear as it emerges from the womb. im speaking of why that is and how being at rest or at peace is beneficial and natural.
hello dearest celestine,
of the celestial sky, of blankets of starlight, full moons of Selene?
a blog thief .... watch closely your words, your images, your thoughts ...if one strikes me, I will take it like a thief in the night ....
generally i give credit where credit is due ... occasionally i don't.
and i tend to slide under site meter radars for some reason as well .... hence, kitty cat paws....
red dirt? born and raised in those hills ....
multi-personae? absolutely, of course...
;)
xx
red
ps and YOUR SOUL HUNGER ms. starlight moon ??
This is a beautiful and thought provoking post. I read somewhere just recently that our fear is a negation of the greater consciousness, our forgetfulness of that from which as souls we sprang. When we reclaim our rightful selves, our fear disintegrates - and we reclaim our rightful selves and our connection to the creative energy in peace and stillness - just as you say.
Seems to me that the taking of a thought is not to be degraded! Why else would we put them out there?
Celestine I admire your sight and it is with delight to gift you The Colors of Friendship Badge.
Oh, I was speaking of red dirt girls' reference to stealing the thoughts of fellow bloggers. She was just kidding, thats her way, but I had to remark. Frankly speaking, I think that that is what blogging is for: to soak in the thoughts, pictures, ideas, language, hopes and fears of other bloggers. Thats what I like about it. And talking to a girl named celestine (I love that name) on the other side of the planet.
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