PURE & PERFECT

Kristina Raquel
Oct. 10, 2012

When one thinks someone, or something is pure, or perfect the ideal is said to be too high, and the sense of self too secure in the lofty idea of a state of being higher than the mundane, and trite. There are fears of heights, and fears of depths. It is the heights and the depths that elevates one from existence to living with themselves. Honesty clears the way for the harvest. Recognition leads to seeing. Remembering segues into the present and the presence of wholeness, Life, and knowing who you are, and the why of your existence upon the Earth, our Mother.  Mystery is the field we plow through or walk through leisurely, or in pain discover our fears are our religion; and God, the concept, cannot reach us through the thinking process without the heart songs. 

It is one's spirit that sees another's spirit, and it is honesty that loves to clear the way to rebuke a friend or a relative who offends, and repels people. It was a mother who told her son, "Open rebuke is better than secret love." It was a man who said, "Obedience is better than sacrifice." Whole religions and broken men believe the marriage bed is sacred, not to be defiled. Sacred space makes no pleas for creation. It's absence draws attention and creativity comes beckoned by need to develop sacred space. Truth begs for nothing, and to no one, but asks for recognition indifferent to the response because, as the anthem says, "... the truth goes marching on!" 

The indifference of the warrior is non-attachment to outcomes, or consequences. The fear of the ordinary person is attached to things, and perceived outcomes, and his or her incapacity to carry the weight of consequences, or the undeveloped capacity to embrace living with the power of relationship with one's own death. It is a mysterious thing being detached and a part of the mysterious flow of life. Being depressed and unsure is as powerful a teacher as confidence, and daring. Aren't these wonderful places to travel to and through as life courses through your body, and ideas come, grow and go according to your reception of them? 

How we live is how we love. How we love is our story. - Gregory E. Woods 10.14.13

perfect Black beauty sitting on a table.