Heartbeats

 

The Heart beats
the first beat

I turn my clock upside down
wind it to measure infinity

I delve deeper
reach for higher
I laugh and I cry
at my own self
with open eyes, with open heart
embracing my fear

The Heart beats
the second beat

I learn songs
forgotten words
the distant might of my blood

I find the sun within
and friends
on the eve of battle

I find the drum
and its heart
I find the Source
and the sacred flows through me

The Heart beats
the third beat

In the deep dark
of the unknown
in me
there is a light that never dims

The Heart beats.

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END OF TRANSMISSION

The Work of the Adept

 

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

Between the conception
And the creation

Between the potency
And the existence

Falls the Shadow

– T.S. Eliot. The Hollow Men

And so we can see in the Dark of our own Shadows, and Act to the Need of our Creative Aim.

– The Book of the Devil