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Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
No fairy tale, this. This was by no stretch of the imagination a polished fantasy. This was a searing, living force, rough around the edges, unfamiliar and bittersweet.
And precious.
We all long for Eden, and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most human, is still soaked with the sense of exile.
To be wild as the waves;
enshrined
by the vastness -
our cosmic immemorial.
Unsettled as the forest.
An indomitable flicker
amidst worldviews,
of jaded crowns
and romantic ash.
Celestial light, shine inward ... that I may see and tell of things invisible to mortal sight
I was not ready for abstraction. I clung to earth and her dear shapes, her density, her herbage, her juice. I wanted her volume, and I wanted to hear her throb.
Mysterious power, whence hope ethereal springs!
Sweet heavenly relic of eternal things!
Inspiring oft deep thoughts of things divine:
The past, the present, and the future time.
Thy reminiscences transport the soul
To memory?s Paradise?its future goal.
You are purer than the pure. Never manifold, you are individual Consciousness.
Unborn, unchanging, all-pervasive You are a mountain of joy.
O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine!
Sky above, earth below, fire within.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
Nothing is more contrary to a heavenly hope than an earthly heart.
These moments were wondrous and divine, instances when the gossamer curtain between heaven and earth ripped and all of humanity witnessed the marvel of the ethereal beings.
Angelology pg. 32
Eternity is the sun
mixed
with the sea
7Everything on earth, join in and praise the Eternal; sea monsters and creatures of the deep, 8Lightning and hail, snow and foggy mists, violent winds all respond to His command.
A death-like sleep,
A gentle wafting to immortal life.
More heavenly than those glittering stars we hold the eternal eyes which the Night hath opened within us.
From inaccessible mountain range by way of desert untrod by human foot to the ends of the unknown seas, the breath of the everlasting creative spirit is felt, rejoicing over every speck of dust that hearkens to it and lives.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
Earthbound, we dream of wings, we are both house and wide-open window.
living soul for ever.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.
It was wild. Abandoned. Rough. Wet. Intense. Fiery. Thorough. Exquisite. Heart-pounding. Blood-singing. Soul-rocking. Life-altering.
Luscious.
It would seem, after this, that even when living upon earth we must live as if in the heavenly kingdom, dwelling there in anticipation by hope. But in reality, for the greater part, the contrary is the case. Men cling with their whole being to the earth and everything earthly.
A thunder blazed from the hells now, and it touched the Earth's ground.Grim clouds floated across the vault of Earth. A heavy rain pelted against the revolving sphere, which made destructions a lot.Nature danced with a haunting pain in the midst of human deterioration.
Unless our souls had root in soil divine We could not bear earth's overwhelming strife. The fiercest pain that racks this heart of mine, Convinces me of everlasting life.
My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.
The ordinary is the divine.
Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.
The atmosphere rare and pure, danger near and the spirit full of a joyful wickedness:
Cinders patter, falling with the snow. We creep infinitesimally northward through the dirty chaos of a world in the process of making itself.
Praise then Creation unfinished!
To what shall
I liken the world?
Moonlight, reflected
In dewdrops,
Shaken from a crane's bill.
Deep within us all there is an amazing inner sanctuary of the soul, a holy place, a Divine Centre, a speaking voice, to which we may continuously return. Eternity is at our hearts, pressing upon our time-torn lives, warming us with intimations of an astounding destiny, calling us home unto itself.
Our glories float between the earth and heaven
Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun,
And are the playthings of the casual wind.
This world-
To what may I liken it?
To autumn fields
lit dimly in the dusk
by lightning flashes.
Flapping crows. Shiny beetles crawling in the undergrowth. A patch of sky, frozen in a cloudy retina, reflected in a puddle on the ground. Yoo-hoo. Being and nothingness.
One lies there," I thought, "who will soon be beyond the war of earthly elements. Whither will that spirit -- now struggling to quit its material tenement -- flit when at length released?
Something soft and wild and free, something that whispered to the ear on the pillow, lightened the heart, softly, softly picked the lock, slid the bolts, and released the prisoned spirit of man into the wind, into the blue and gold, into the morning, into the morning!
My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season
Angels, living light most glorious! Beneath the Godhead in burning desire in the darkness and mystery of creation you look on the eye of your God never taking your fill: What glorious pleasures take shape within you!
Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.
Angels, pixies, faerie dust Treading love and living lust.
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?
I am earth, earth My heart's love Bursts with hay and flowers. I am a lake of blue air In which my own appointed place Field and valley Stand reflected
Earth is but a sliver of the eternal pie.
My Soul is my Guide,
for my Soul is of that Abode
I will not Speak of the Earthly,
I am of the Unknown.
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
across the pale glimmering of sand,
God made us angels of energy, encased in solids - currents of life dazzling through a material bulb of flesh.
Exalted Manna, gladness of the best, Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
There are a thousand ways of inhabiting it, but the aether, that in-between, is always what it is; and ghosts, spirits, the souls of lucid dreamers squeeze past each other in complex asomatic ecology. Who better to close in on Wati the bodiless subversive than bodiless forces of the law?
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream.
A persistent soul, a divine fulfilment
Take earth for your own large room and the floor of earth carpeted with sunlight and hung round with silver wind for your dancing place.
The outer world, from which we cower into our houses, seemed after all a gentle habitable place; and night after night a man's bed, it seemed, was laid and waiting for him in the fields, where God keeps an open house.
Something real, cool, and solid, lies before you something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves thereto.
Heaven is dancing
Dancing and laughing,
Ocean and land
Are dancing along,
Undulating to the breath of the sky.
The dewy night unrolls a heaven thickly jewelled with sparkling stars
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!
Of all the phantoms fleeting in the mist
Of time, though meagre all and ghostly thin;
Most unsubstantial, unessential shade
Was earthly fame.
Within each of us is a light, awake, encoded in the fibers of our existence. Divine ecstasy is the totality of this marvelous creation experienced in the hearts of humanity
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell,
In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
The earth is rocking, the skies are riven
Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion, Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
Night. Wind. Stars. Sea. Stones.
A name with a gently exotic ring to it, like birdsong, like a grain of sand in the far-off Gobi Desert or the northern steppes, whipped up by the wind, carried by storms, swirling through the sky, travelling, crossing whole countries without knowing quite how, and ending up in the crook of my ear.
A tormented soul; forever trapped in the recesses of my mind; eternally locked in a morbid paradise.
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone, from nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one.
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
Spirtual does not mean divorced from the physical, earthly realm. The Earth is one of the most divine forms in all creation.
Thou art moist and soft clay; thou must instantly be shaped by the glowing wheel.
[Lat., Udum et molle lutum es: nunc, nunc properandus et acri
Fingendus sine fine rota.]
I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.
Over the obsidian hills and the sunken yellow dale, through the vast oceans of fog and the fires of nevermore, sits the fickle doors of the land of twilight. I will traverse it all, and execute righteous judgment on all that oppose me.
Earth, thou great footstool of our God, who reigns on high; thou fruitful source of all our raiment, life, and food; our house, our parent, and our nurse.
There are eight known Realms beyond this one. It's mixed what you find on them, but a couple of them, the phrase hell on earth couldn't be more fitting. They're a necromancer's wet dream.
We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.
I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.
My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, But soft ... behold! A sunlight beam Butting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty ... Effulgent.
reign. Until God's reign comes in all its fullness, we can only experience it in part in fragmentary ways. With
The earthly city glories in itself, the Heavenly City glories in the Lord.
As like a church and an ale-house, God and the devell, they manie times dwell neere to ether.
The full ethereal round, Infinite worlds disclosing to the view, Shines out intensely keen; and all one cope Of starry glitter glows from pole to pole. THE
Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind ...
What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
There is divinity in the clouds.
Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!
The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings.
Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have ahead of me.
Earthly majesty is always akin to the fallen angel, who is proud and unhappy, beautiful but troubled, and whose plans and efforts, though vast, are denied access.
White and distant, absorbed in itself, endlessly the sky covers and uncovers, moves and remains.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Whatever else it might be, the divine is certainly the thing that imposes with maximum intensity the sensation of being alive.
Humility of the soul; divine.
So with this Earthly Paradise it is, If ye will read aright, and pardon me, Who strive to build a shadowy isle of bliss Midmost the beating of the steely sea ...
Shape of eternal light, by my divine existence, it should shine in your decent thoughts.
Standing on the bare ground,
my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space,
all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.