Whittle away at your longing...

Winters may be long and hard, and snow piles accumulate on the earth rounding out the corners and yet when the snow is melted the angles and dimensions of that which was hidden are revealed again. The order of the undercurrents of the world are very much the same. Get to know these undercurrents and how they work upon and redirect man, and yee shall have an understanding of the nature of a universe built upon the soul forces of humankind. Feed righteous causes and yes shall grow in righteousness. Feed imprudence and yee shall become an end to your own means. Rest assured that man sleeps on the bed of his deeds and awakens to mornings built upon foundation of his moral character. Whittle away at your longing until it is a jar of alabaster set upon the stage of men, where the contents will be the saving grace of the day. Hold the river in the hand of prudence and wait patiently for the stars of consecration fall onto you. Sweep the front porch of your mind enter into a silent duty to unearth the many mysteries of the living tribunal of mankind. Walk in the forest of adversity and lend your tears to the recognition of an order of life which exists beyond your own means, and write your findings on the cosmic tablets of destiny.

For he who looks into the lion’s den will find it to be a holding zone for the greatness of spirit born of an incalculable love for a harmonious order working to unify all predestined potential.

~Arkana Rose from the work of The Pristine Belonging