Skip to main content

Echo and Spirit


The echo of spirit is, I believe, something we should listen to, it is not the same thing as an intellectual echo...

The echoes found in the spiritual lesson is not a chamber, it's more a reverberation of reflection, it's the self and spirit having a silent "conversation" within us, so to speak.

T speaks to us inwardly, yet does not come simply come from our "thinking", but from an unknown place, a voice echoing deep from within the forest, we follow its plea until we get near enough to it to begin to make out what it is saying and what it is. Often I fail to locate it, or I get tired of the search, or, and this is rare and more of an intrigue than a hinderance, but I sometimes find that I am wary of the answer that I am sensing within it. These particularly mysterious echoes are the ones that I find myself gravitating toward rather naturally and with a bit too much zeal.

It is the spiritual echo that I seek regularly, often finding the answer to be a dream that I recognize, like an old familiar song that's finally unfolding again within Me.

Once experienced and traced, it becomes easier to follow these spiritual echoes within to a place that seems to have no ego, only answers that always seem to surprise me.

Peace

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
32 comments
read the poem

SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
1 comment
read the poem

THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime
Post a Comment
read the poem