Posted 09-24-2004 at 22:01:11
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And I see there is another "Griz" here also... how odd.. (Thanks for the welcome gesture).
For your pleasure, I will copy and paste a short work from a few years ago last spring.
Upon a late night walk, I witnessed the constellation scorpius again rise toward it's summer vigil. It came from behind a spring thunder cloud, full of violence and lightning. Such a magnificent power of the earth; filled with light and sound for me to see and hear. I was shaken and put into my place. The very raw power and strength of such a storm left me breathless. I could feel the sound of thunder within my chest. The brilliance of the lightning left me blind. But the awesome sight was soon to pass from me toward the east. A great thing to behold; but so quickly here, and then gone.
My sullen thought's turned to how brief our life can be here as well. Just like that spring thunderstorm, our time from birth untill death can seem to go by so quickly. I felt sorrow, and lowered my head to pray for more time. The distant rumbling's soon turned to silence.
I raised my head and opened again my eyes. Scorpius was still there; unchanged from well beyond the storm. It is a constant and seemingly timeless alignment of stars. From well before my time, untill well after, it will remain the same as it has always been; a perfection of beauty to behold. It will remain always unaffected by the storms of ourself and this earth. So far removed from us are the stars, yet there lies a constant within. How far the stability of life can seem to be from us.
From the smoke rising from my prayer, I saw a truth. A much greater strength is held yet beyond the stars. Even the galaxy is not unchanging. It is in motion as well, and holds it's own storms. This most perfect alignment of stars is not beyond the grasp of time. Further beyond is a much greater trust for us that is timeless. The storms within us will pass. The storms of the earth will pass. Even the timelessness of the stars will pass. What remains always, is the power that holds time within bounds for us. It is not beyond the most distant heavens. It is not within the smallest of things of structure bringing forth our form. It is not held within faith upon any thing of the resulting substance here.
Only when allowed that rare view from outside this strange reality can we understand the very limited sight we were given from birth. Beyond is a great mountain as we struggle to see a single grain of sand.