Had to collect a lifeless little body hit in the middle of our street today, this of a lonely stray kitten my beloved wife and I had recently started feeding.
And I look to the sky, where the little light flies.
Our own bodies immersed in our gulf’s humble waters a little later, a rare sight of three large dolphins glistening in the distance in the morning sun, putting on such an awe-inspiring show.
And we almost look to the sky, so high they seem to dance.
And beyond the sadness and the enthusiasm, beyond these scorching summer days and our darkest frost-beaten ones, beyond the clamour of feelings, reason and all thought,
embracing it all,
God’s silence speaking to and through our listening hearts.
It feels like this sometimes. Can we ever be really alone? It only feels like this sometimes, especially if the fairies do not question you. And how could they. And how could you. So it does feel like this sometimes. How grateful for my brother of unfathomable depths and for all who see with an open heart. May you be richly nourished. May we all know we always are.
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.
But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God.
1 Corinthians 2:9-10
This is an Ante Scriptum to the small [image prayer] I posted three days ago; not a P.S., since it had indeed been my initial intention to clarify it right from the start, but I thought “A prayer through Leon Hieros” would be clarification enough; for some it was, for some it wasn’t, and all is perfectly well.
I would just like to clarify that my prayers or meditations have nothing to do with me; nothing to do in fact with anyone as a separate person. Even during days of hopeless blurs of perceived and absorbed darkness, I have never in this life felt that Source or any emanation, God or any fellow creature, owes me anything. Which is exactly this; a deep inborn feeling. No belief, opinion or theory to be intellectually shared with, let alone be imposed upon anyone. I am simply called to selflessly play multiple roles in many struggling lives in my environment. Confusions and misunderstandings on all perceivable levels are temporarily unavoidable, due to our usefully unavoidable personal filters created by all our necessary experiences, and feeling truly unconditionally loved is something we each arrive to in our own time.
I humbly thank the Almighty for the preciousness of each one of you, in this world and beyond.
And when sometimes
for no apparent reason
Thank You God Thank You Thank You Thank You My God
people around you
Why God Why God Why Why Why
when you know
you will keep at it
regardless of circumstances
you know you’ll keep at it
because you’ve been through
so much darkness yourself
you keep on
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
She Walks in Beauty, by Lord Byron
Music by Paul Mealor
Performed by the Tenebrae Choir