In the tire of the mundane, I find new strength coming up from me. Perhaps this is what the founding and desert fathers dubbed as the persevering faith. What did Paul think about when fashioning tents? What was the meditation of David’s heart after anointed king, yet still tending his father’s sheep? Indeed, the calling seems to be the predecessor for the release, but what is found within the in-between to trigger the release?
I do believe there exists a fine line between belief in a dream and belief in the one who sends dreams. Of course, as with all things, they flow within each others’ boundaries from time to time, but it has been my observation that the place where the heart’s anchor finds rest determines the crossover of dream into reality. Perhaps this dividing line explains the existence of the in-between: to clearly define the setting of one’s beliefs and place the dreamer onto the same wave as its weaver.
Mystic musings
in depth
contradiction of
heart state
Conquer call
buried inside
while routine
slips haste
Basic knowledge
forth applied
meditation defined
trigger claim
