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the holy artist
To the extent
that
there is beauty in the
world,
let it leave no doubt
of
the fine artist
that made it manifest
That being so,
let
our breath
and stride and discovery
be
a holy song
of praise
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To the extent
that
there is beauty in the
world,
let it leave no doubt
of
the fine artist
that made it manifest
That being so,
let
our breath
and stride and discovery
be
a holy song
of praise
~/~
Beautiful,It doesn't more
Beautiful,
It doesn't get more elegant
Poignant and concise
Than this
Gorgeous!
Blessingss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks Ssmoothie
Thanks Ssmoothie. Sometimes saying less, is saying more. And there’s always power in the vacuum between words, as the words themselves.
What a FANTASTIC poem, so
What a FANTASTIC poem, so very deeply spiritual, and certainly one of the best ever posted on this site.
J-Called
Amen to that brother
Amen to that brother.
How so many, see and appreciate the art – with no sacred appreciation of the artist, I do not know.
I will share a story from my
I will share a story from my past. understanding that it may sound doubtful, but it is the truth as I know it. In July, 1974, the summer after my sophomore year in high school; on one of that month's Friday nights (but I do not remember the date), I was asleep in my bed, sometime after midnight, as was normal for me at that time. I heard a distinctly gentle voice---a voice that had an extraordinarily better than numan tone---instruct me to get up and go outside and look at the stars. I did so, walking out into the driveway in front of my parents' house where I was, then, residing. I have little memory of the details, but I remember having a definite perception that the stars on that perfectly clear night were much closer, almost within reach, than would have been the normal perspective. And I just stood there and stared, so overwhelmed was I by the beauty of the night sky, and intensely aware of Who had told me to go out there for a look. Finally, my parents---having heard the front door open when I stepped out---came outside and gruffly ordered me back inside and to go to bed immediately. Next morning, a Saturday, they asked me what I had been thinking---but I pretended not to be aware of what had happened, in order to avoid a prolonged argument with them for causing a "disruption." That was the first time I ever heard God's voice, and the first time I made a direct association, in my soul, between God and the Cosmos. Although I am a very flawed Christian, that incident from decades ago has helped to make my faith stronger than it otherwise would have been.
J-Called
Three years after your event
Three years after your event, I had a similar experience. Not a spiritual event, but an eye-opening experience, nonetheless.
On holiday in Flagler beach, Florida in June 1977 – I was walking down the shore two nights after seeing the first Star Wars film, “Episode IV: A New Hope.” And I was looking up at the stars over the sea and wondering, just how many other worlds and civilizations might be out there?
That night, I saw a yellow-orange object moving across the sky. It looked like a planet – but it was moving too quickly against the background of stars.
In retrospect, I assume it was likely some high altitude jet.
But at the time, my seven year-old mind was certain, that there were thousands of other civilizations out there… watching and waiting for us to develop, beyond the embryo stage of a category Type 0 civilization, on The Kardashev scale.
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Thank you for sharing that
Thank you for sharing that event. Reading it, I felt like I was right there witnessing it. There is a significance to all such incidents that many people miss, or dismiss, and that is their loss. To the chosen few such incidents come, and to those few they are appreciated.
J-Called