Monday, July 14, 2014
High the pedestal and bolstered with praise; lions rarely look up.
There, where trip wire lay over high wire and gnosis grins on clown skins.
There, where lies truth, deep, beneath the surface.
Chariots once trusted, vaulting through fire hoops of faith, riding revelation bareback and i’m soul knackered. Cathryn 7/14/14
Meditation: Psalms 20:7 & 1 Corinthians 13:12
Sometimes, time grants the grace of perspective. Sometimes, i just need some time.
Been looking through the mirror dimly again but not so much that it turns into a pond and i drown.