“Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering”
– Saint Augustine
“Sit in awe of the inner sky-high Sacred Self. Look up from the heart and be full of wonder”
-u2rbeloved
Oh, how does one say what is on the tip of thy tongue? Trapped in thy mouth are words of the Divine Beloved self…hidden revelations that one can’t seem to express. Oh, the Wonder of how to speak these truths…one is struck dumb in their presence. Not from lack of understanding but the Awesomeness of Truth renders one speechless.
How does one condense into a few words eternal truth? How does one use human speech to express a singular mystery unchanged since creation?
But the word God is the seed…and the mouth is the soil. The offshoot of the seed is the heavenly tongue of the Beloved… who’s native celestial language wants to burst outward into the daylight. Allowing the fruit of the hidden Divine to ripen and continue in the fulfillment of it’s purpose. Those who elect and partake of the fruit taste God’s glory. They have encountered the Beloved and when ready…they too will be the flowering plant who’s fruit is God.
u2rbeloved 