Man frets for his life, but his unseen destiny is that of greatness
- arkanarose1
- Sep 2, 2020
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 2, 2023
Man frets for his life, but his unseen destiny is that of greatness. He will sing a song of undue love, born from striving towards a cosmic state of awareness. He will fight for his life. He will recognize the divinity of all things and not squander his resources on base desires. Man will seek. He will strive. He will excel. He will blow the whistle at the scapegoat of his longing, and reach for the impervious truth of a perfect and righteous belonging. He will wage war with his lower desires and overcome them in a salt water bath of the river Jordan. He will profess his love for congruence and harmony and live a life of loving unto others.
The message resides within the cosmic destiny of the perfected windsong calling all lovers to their posts. Perfection resides within the hearts of men. Men must seek it. Men must confide in their inner heart space, and trust in the endeavors they will find there.
Release your tension and set your gaze upon the sky, for the twilight falls and yet not a single day passes where the sun does not rise. For tomorrow brings the song of longing, the song in which the lovers will acclimate to. A song in which they will give of their life.
Forget not the rose which blooms in sunlit pastures, and her thorns which warn of obstacles on the way to knowing beauty.
Peace and longing betwixt of themself. For peace cannot know longing and longing cannot know peace. The hallowed portion of your heart can only embody the song of she who breaths worlds into you. All else is base and leads to distortion.
Rest assured that man will find the keynote of harmony in which he will set sail upon, resurfacing in starlit summers only when he has found her, the bride of his calling. Stars twinkle of the mystery, and they fall on you and you receive them. The sun burns in you a brightness, in which light is lent and you become the lamp for others. The wind calls to you in the song of longing. The heart receives the longing like the reed. The song you sing forms the matrices of the arc in which others can ride upon, a most grand voyage into a time-space of embers all reflecting the light of the one.
~Arkana Rose