“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
What I write now, could cause a great uproar, maybe shift a fissure thinly, from a steam to a fire filled phantom gorge. A righteous man has come in me, came he through another door, and played he upon my mist of doubt, until they were no more. It was like a dragon roar. A cave of ancient signs and gates, has come into this dream, a spirit deemed awakening, what does it mean? I’m not a traveler, looking north, I am hozho, so it seems. Oh, beauty in secret things, pray beauty in secret things. The whispers of this inward home, have become my seers and lords, they lead me into a far lost craft, of which I can’t ignore. Rilke wrote to a young man lost, elegies and many thoughts delayed. I will not be like Maria; I will tell you what this means this day.
The mysteries of the caves and rhyme, the characteristics of the numbers of the days. Times, you know witches are dancing by threes and fours. Why that number you must seek more. A circle, sealed from an unseen grace. The parts of symbiotic blessings, fight the curse of those disgraced, and with that said in humbleness, I say blessed be this day. There is no hidden formula to spells, or fighting for an inner faith. Did you see any procedure when Led Zeppelin, used to play? The truth it is not backwards hidden in shadows of G_D’s face, it’s becoming all the synergy of the love the spirits interlace. Becoming such a mystery, first love of heavens first taste, of dancing before your chosen other, the spiritual embrace.
Somewhere someone is reading this, and confused by what I say. Consider yourself the chosen one, because you will find a specialized different way. For if there is a commandment done, it splits an unnumbered way, and glistens with such magic webs, for all who catch its faith. I will not walk into the sun, blinded by a written way, a plan that maps salvation by what not is, but by a fallen shame. For in this universal dissonance, there are many open ways, let that mystery come inside, and surround yourself, within and without, the spiritual embrace.
Oh, beauty in secret things, pray beauty in secret things -08.17.2017 – דָּנִיֵּאל