Our inner light
comes in nuances, and according to our heart’s level of surrender. As in a style of
impressionistic painting, the artist finds it not important to reproduce what
he sees according to its outer context – he instinctively knows the inner
context is the thing to grasp – he sacrifices the outer natural form for the
abstraction; for a diffusing of the beauty he sees within it. It all flows together; but, it is revealed
only little by little. He instinctively dissolves the forms in his painting so
that they cannot be too easily perceived by the outer self; which all too
quickly judges and discards; he would be known only in that most holy place
within where was no judgment, only wonder. Like the abstract painter, the inner writer finds
another language. Inadvertently he stumbles upon another way of communicating
truth. Another place where the emotions, which were renewed by surrender, could
‘read’ words they could not understand, but which would stir the spirit, deep
within.
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