If I took the time to think about it, “It” would pass me by. For “It” finds me before I even sought to look.
The Sutra’s of my heart are joined in the middle by a writhing dragon, too stubborn to let go, too toothy to gently nibble at the chain.
Heartfelt treasures cannot be stored in parchment or jade, they are more resilient than the most luminous mineral and more timeless than words could ever maintain. But who am I to complain? For there seems nothing more romantic than a weathered book, scorched by the hands of time or anything more transcendent then a string of jade.
The Word, are seeds and our bodies are the soil. How we treat our bodies and the bodies of others, with respect, discipline and value in the gifts of our body, will exercise our ability to distinguish weeds posing as flowers.
Journaling can only receive the full benefit of awareness if it is done with pen and paper. Creating the words with our hand and handwriting allows our heart to freely express our individual thoughts and emotions more intimately. The word spirits are only manifest with the art of pen and paper, guided by the human hand while art is the ability to breath life into an inanimate object.
Literary Video: Book 3 ONE, The Knoll of Souls, https://youtu.be/_K4QJ0UiRco
If one relies upon paper and words to create a marriage then, not only will the marriage fail from lacking the component that makes a marriage before it is a marriage, but also two are missing out on all the wonderful ways marriage exceeds human words on paper. Even these words.