This healed consecration
If we learn to be exceptionally still, then, almost by accident, we end up planting ourselves in the soils of discernment.
There, in the dark matters of the world, we discover the kernel of a seeded imagination, and unto us a gift is extended: the grace to plant a seed. If, devoted and persistent, we come to embrace what is smaller then small.
We find, in the very root of ourselves, a secret hidden innocently, portraying a fresh path wholly suited to the preservation of beauty and goodness.
We come to learn this treasure so uncovered is the essence in the seed of our humanity. We find ourselves granted an audience with a vision not of this world; it is seen, with utmost precision, that this long abandoned track has been woven for the thorough healing of you and I.
In that immense dark lucidity where we plant this germ of new life, with tenderness and deliberate purpose, we realize this sprout of tenacious budding life transforms the very orbit of a pained world, into something new, a thing entirely different; a healed celebration of clarity.
It is intimated that no external force can prevent this hushed and defiant wonder from flowering; patiently we witness how it draws unto it the wide world; into the abiding warmth, the soft intimacy of its overarching love.