The transmutation of life starts from the depth of peace.
A kind of peace that is unwavering and sheltered in raindrops of collected sweet tears in the mind.
The topography of my being has been rearranged and God made sure the area of my spiritual life is protected by his law.
I learned a hard yet needed life lesson today. In that the elevation of life is to rise above the manual laboring of misconstrued words when minced vowels and consonants are dropped everywhere with nowhere to go.
Then as if the light of life, truth and the way, which I accept as my Lord and Savior, shoots across the atmosphere in perfect timing, I awakened in peace. Just like the pieces in a Scrabble game, once it makes sense, mental and spiritual balance is attained.
I reside back to square One. This time I see more than ever beyond my frown and brown eyes, a special covenant of the Waymaker of his honesty and protectiveness.
A life lesson goes a long way for it affords the begetting of growth and self-worth.
It builds a home. It lays the brickwork of understanding and healing and acceptance of more than mere imagination.
Namaste. The divine in me truly honors the divine in you.