1.31.17 In love and in dreams

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     What matters most is something slowly rendered throughout a lifetime, no matter our duration. So that, if iwe are here long enough, we have that time as a small one, trying so hard to discern that which is right and good and best and most valued by others, in hope that then we also will be valued.
     We seek these things socially, and bend down to work hard on focusing and accomplishing and achieving mastery , via our prefrontal cortex, think thinking that this must be the one tiny minuscule portion of us that holds that key, to mastery, and then the great and good acceptance .
     What we don't realize ,until so much time has passed, is that this tiny part of us has only one vantage point in the cosmos, from which to view that which we treasure. And yearn for.
     So it becomes like the blindfolded person touching the monument, and describing one small aspect, as if it was the entirety.
     As years pass, as we are slowly rendered by our lives, whether this is so difficult or middling lovely, we begin to settle. We slowly discover the grand wealth of perception and wisdom, and even answers, via that Deep Wise Self of ours, that we begin slowly to get to know.
     That knows things about the past and the future and the right right now. Good and solid and lasting counsel.
     We begin to open our consciousness and awaken to the huge entirely, of Life, that we are woven from, and woven into, and are weaving.
     Much like the gentle snow , falling down through the heavens, down soundlessly upon the ground. Now and then,melting and venturing deep into this earth of ours. Sometimes passing through hot summers and then veering back into the coldest frozen winters.
     Lie back, and imagine the realizations that arise day after day, in a life. And then fall down upon the earth, the wet nourishing the soil to life, the cold bringing sleep. And then that warmth of spring,bringing awakening once again.
     The fertile earth, snowed and rained and fogged and shone upon, composting our every growth and realization and love and dream.