Devine Inspirations

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And one said: speak to us of that which is moving in your heart even now."
And he looked upon that one ,and thier was in his voice a sound like a star singing,and he said:" In your walking dream,when you are hushed and listening to your deeper self,your thoughts ,like snowflakes,fall and flutter and garment all the sounds of your spaces with white silence.
"And what are walking dreams but clouds that bud and blossom on the sky -tree of your heart?.And what are your thoughts but the peatals which the winds of your heart scatter upon the hills and its fields?
"And even as you wait for peace until the formless within you takes form,so shall the cloud gather and drift untill the Blessed Fingers shape its grey desire to little crystal suns and moon and stars".
Then Sariks, he who was the half -doubter , spoke and said:" But spring shall come , and all the snows of our dreams and ou thoughts shall melt and be no more."
And he answered ,saying: "When spring comes to seek His beloved among the slumbering groves and vineyards, the snow shall
indeed melt and shall run in streams to seek the river in the valley, to be the cup- bearer to the myrtle-trees and laurel.
" So shall the snow of your heart melt when your spring is come, and thus shall your secret run in streams to seek enfold your secret and carry it to the great sea.
" All things shall melt and turn in to songs when spring comes.Even the stars , the vast snow--flakes that fall slowly upon the larger fields, shall melt in to singing streams.When the sun of his face shall arise above the wider horizon,then what frozen symmetry would not turn in to liquid melody? And who among you would not be a cup bearer to the myrtle and the laurel?
" It was but yesterday that you were moving with the moving sea ,and you were shoreless and without a self.Then the wind , the breath of life,wove you, a veil of light on her face ; then her hand gathered you and gave you form ,and with a head held high you sought the heights.But the sea followed after you , and her song is still with you.And though you have fogotton your parentage , she will for ever assert her motherhood , and for ever will she call you un to her.
" In your wanderings among the mountains and the desert you will always remember the depth of her cool heart.And though oftentimes you will not know for what you long,it is inded for her vast and rhythemic peace.
" And how else can it be ? In grove and in bower when the rain dances in leacves upon the hill ,when snow falls ,a blessing and a covenant;in the valey when you lead your flocks to the river ; in your fields where brooks , like silver streams ,join together the green garment ; in your garden when the early dews mirror the heavens ; in your meadow when the mist of evening half veils your way ; in all these the sea is with you , a witness to your heritage , and a claim upon your love.
"It is the snow - flake in you running down to the sea."
Thanking you
sincerely
veermnc