The Contoured Line
- the magical little Universal imprint that is embedded in all things that are of true love, harmony, and beauty.
Our Solar System performing its majestic contoured spiraling ballet,
on the grand stage of the Orion arm, in the glorious theater of the Milky Way.
To the broker, it is the market. To the accountant, it is the gains and losses.
To the lawyer, it is the case. To the physician, it is the vitals.
To the average worker, it is the commute.
To the wide receiver, it is the route. To the pitcher, it is the movement. To the hitter, it is pure contact.
To the Formula One racer, it is the track. To the cyclist, it is the ride. To the surfer, it is the glide. To the martial artist, it is the flow.
To the comedian, it is the humor. To the actor, it is the role. To the director, it is the movie.
To the dancer, it is the steps.
To the programmer, it is the code. To the electrician, it is the current. To the engineer, it is the challenge.
To the scientist, it is gravity. To the physicist, it is relativity. To the mathematician, it is the equation.
To the author, it is the story. To the painter, it is the brushstroke. To the musician, it is the song.
To the culinary artist, it is the ingredients. To the poet, it is the rhyme. To the traveler, it is the journey.
To geometry, it is the sacredness.
The Tree, a true living Sage amongst us.
For it the contoured line is everything,
its roots, trunk, branches, and leaves.
To gravity, it is the pull. To nuclear, it is the force. To magnetism, it is the polarity.
To geology, it is the form. To Mother Nature, it is Her Loving Imprint.
To the Yin, it is the Yang. To the Yang, it is the Yin.
To the feminine, it is the masculine. To the masculine, it is the feminine.
To the animal kingdom, it is the instinct.
To the caring mother, it is the nurturing spirit. To the child, it is Happiness.
To the Lovers, it is the twine that connects them.
To the wise, it is the wisdom. To the Shaman, it is the medicine.
To the lungs, it is breath. To the brain, it is thought. To the Heart, it is love.
To the mystic, it is the mysticism. To the Earthly Saint, it is the service of giving. To the Prophet, it is Faith.
To Creation, it is Life. To Life, it is Impermanence. To Death, it is the Eternal.
To the Angels, it is Heaven. To the Heavens, it is The Conductor...
To the Sagacious, It is everything.
Our Solar System performing its majestic contoured spiraling ballet,
on the grand stage of the Orion arm, in the glorious theater of the Milky Way.
Our Solar System performing its majestic contoured spiraling ballet,
on the grand stage of the Orion arm, in the glorious theater of the Milky Way.
The Tree, a true living Sage amongst us.
For it the contoured line is everything,
its roots, trunk, branches, and leaves.
To gravity, it is the pull. To nuclear, it is the force. To magnetism, it is the polarity.
To geology, it is the form. To Mother Nature, it is Her Loving Imprint.
To the Yin, it is the Yang. To the Yang, it is the Yin.
To the feminine, it is the masculine. To the masculine, it is the feminine.
To the animal kingdom, it is the instinct.
To the caring mother, it is the nurturing spirit. To the child, it is Happiness.
To the Lovers, it is the twine that connects them.
To the wise, it is the wisdom. To the Shaman, it is the medicine.
To the lungs, it is breath. To the brain, it is thought. To the Heart, it is love.
To the mystic, it is the mysticism. To the Earthly Saint, it is the service of giving. To the Prophet, it is Faith.
To Creation, it is Life. To Life, it is Impermanence. To Death, it is the Eternal.
To the Angels, it is Heaven. To the Heavens, it is The Conductor...
To the Sagacious, It is everything.
And to the contrary, for those who are wasteful, it is foolishly discarded. To the liars and dishonest, it is the truth they fear the most. To the cheats, it is that which they try to beat. For the critics, it is what they insecurely ridicule. For the arrogant, it is the modesty their ego avoids. To the bully, it is what they senselessly fight. To the false friend, it is what they backstab. For the vain, it is the Beauty they try to compete with. For the greedy, it is what they selfishly quest to obtain. For the gluttons, it is what they insatiably attempt to consume. For the stubborn, it is the flexibility they are missing. To the materialistic, it is void of possession. To the ignorant, it is the knowledge they are deficient. For those in denial, it is the reality they live without. To the substance abuser, it is the fulfillment for what they mistakenly fill. For the compassionless, it is the empathy they lack. For the overly intellectual, it is what they cannot find in their books. For the skeptics, it is what they do not believe. For those deemed incurable, it is the medicine that can heal them. For the spiritually blind, it is that which they refuse to see. For the false lovers, it is the twine that cannot connect them. To hatred, it is fright. To the deepest of darkness, it is the radiance of beaming light. For he who is opposite of Love, Harmony, and Beauty, it is for him a delusional, lonesome, and futile attempt at the impossible, of trying to destroy what can never be destroyed...
– The Illumination of Truth.
A priceless grand piano to the unaware can be a worthless apparatus. It is only those who have developed heightened senses &
melodic vision that can release the treasure of infinite, majestic, and colorful contours of rhythm, harmony, and melody, which are
always embedded within it. The same could be said of calculus, senseless chicken scratches to those who are unaware, but to those
who have formed their skill of it, it is the Uni-Verse. In reference to the great sculptor Michelangelo, every raw block of stone has a
When one walks or rides the contours of the terrain,
in self power, with mindful breathing, and spoken mantra,
by Natural Law they begin to attune to the Melody of the Song that is Life. Each life form is the harmonic of Life's Grand Melody.
A Divine Internal Resonance of subtleness that can become altered and misaligned, by civilization's distortions, its disharmony,
its destructive noise. So by attuning to the terrain one re-sculpts the harmonic of their being, back to the Sacred One,
of which they were Purposely composed.
beautiful sculpture within it, all one has to do is develop the sensitivities to properly remove the excess. For civilization has done the opposite, taking all of those born naturally of a magnificent & Divine sculpture, and covering the Sacred Art of their being with needless excess.
The time has come for all humanity to become Sculptors,
and re-sculpt each of their own beings back to the beauty of the original Harmonious form.
The sweet and unassumming little dandelion leaf.
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The audio imprint of the spoken words, "I love You."
Unlocking the door.
Living should be our work. Work should never be our living. Life should be our prayer. Prayer should never be our life. If that is not the case, then we are not in the right place. And that is wonderful gift because we enter the infinite, and the infinite is endless space.We do not have to be tied down. The only thing holding us is gravity and that is just to the ground. And if we are aware, gravity will assist us there. Riding the contoured line, sling-shoting through a song, up and down, down and up, with the love of gravity serenading us along. Singing and dancing like the celestial continually displays. Allowing us the platform to offer our praise. Hallelujah!!! Elhamdullilah!!! Glory be to the Composer, the Conductor, of the magnificent, brilliant, and one and only Song. Allowing us to distinguish between that which is right, and that which is wrong. Beauty, love, and harmony makes the contoured surface of this sea. Without each there can be no delighted topography. A mundane world that is completely oblate. That is what we would have without each magical trait. So now our ship is sailing on this sea, and this sea contains no boundary. Just brave new worlds to discover,
atop a deep ocean filled with the pureness of love shared by each other.
gezim
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