Defining the steps of how individuated life formed is like grasping a rainbow in your fist. Evermore will it move from your reach. Not even a wisp can you capture. But in trying to grasp the ever unfolding mystery, your being will blossom and your infinite potential unfold.
Seek to understand the uncountable facets of My Face. But do not deceive yourself that you could possibly do so. The mind seeks to limit by definition, what the heart would enfold in a fathomless embrace.
Even as you see Me, I laugh at you through the eyes of a child. I am the temples in which you seek to know Me. I am the brothel in which your twisted seekings would find yourself. My Being cannot be divided from Itself. There is therefore no thing that I am not.
Even as the sub-creations of man obscure My perfection to the eyes of the seekers of appearances, yet it is there. In the midst of conflict, there lies My peace. In a night of sorrow and loss, there gleams the light of My promise of Eternal Life.
But as the spider-web captures the glory of the butterfly, so does it also reveal the exquisite pattern of the dewdrops. In the sub-creations of man, that which I am not stands revealed, thereby affording a glimpse into the perfection of what I am.
“Kenesh hurit erestravaa manuvit,
Kranech ba-ur esta virevaa vranubit hershtuvi.”
I slumber in the unfolding rose.
I rise upon the eagle’s wing-beats as he mounts the air.
