This is a site that attempts to encourage the understanding of the unity of all being and its implications for humanity on their journey of return to the One. Reflections are often presented in the form of creative writing and poetry

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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

The Threshing Circle (excerpt from a novel in progress)

Threshing Circle

A threshing circle is about sixty feet in diameter. It is built of cobbled stones spiralling from the centre outwards. There are many of them in the Alpujarra mountain range. There is no longer any need to separate the grain from the chafe as wheat is not grown in this part of Spain any more. Threshing circles are now protected sites. Wild flowers and grasses push up between the cracks. The wind remains. A threshing circle is always placed in a position most open to the wind with valleys or ravines all round. They afford the best views and Yolanda had discovered one just outside her chosen village within a week of her arrival. Every morning at dawn she would leave her rented house and walk to the threshing circle. As she left the village she smiled in anticipation. The noises of an awakening community, endearing as they were, now receded behind her. She heard only the song of birds. Upon stepping on to her circular sanctuary she inhaled deeply and once again, as every morning, she expressed thanks for the wide open space, for the strong breeze, for the paradoxical sense of tranquillity and shelter in such an exposed spot.

A small grove of cypresses stood close to the circle, and a stone wall that was the only remains of an ancient dwelling. A dog rose grew across what would once have been a corner of the house but which now spilt its old stones down the steep incline of the mountain side. An old shoe and a broken water flask lay abandoned amongst the rubble and fallen foliage.

Copyright Y K Randall, Granada, 2007

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Friday, June 22, 2007

Mezquita Córdoba

Mesquita Córdoba
Originally uploaded by Roger.Esteban

The Mezquita of Cordoba leads into a forest of arches, double arches of ochre and white painted stone resting on jasper and marble pillars. This is a palm forest of infinite invitation and limitless paths through the light of the heart. The arched entrance promises an oasis that offers shelter from the glare of the noon sun, or from the sudden downfall of fierce rain. It is a refuge of prayer once frequented by saints and philosophers, mystics and craftsmen.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Reading the Story in Diverse Genres

I have been busy creating a Lens on Squidoo about the story within. Take a look here

Many Pathways

Monday, June 04, 2007

Strawberry Moon

Originally uploaded by Bladeflyer

I only recently discovered that at the end of June we will have a Strawberry Moon. I had never heard of this before but after a bit of research I learned that it is the name for the full moon in the strawberry picking month. This is a poem in honour of the Strawberry Moon.

Strawberry Moon

Strawberry moon you bloom
with joy, blushing red
in the love the One bestows

Deep in the night, alone
with light, baring your
face to the listening heart

Strawberry moon you bloom.
Pass a secret kiss
from the Beloved to us

Deep in the night, alone,
lovers on earth long
to taste such a loving embrace

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