Silence.

Photography: Olia Pishchanska.

Seeker: My Lady…

Spirit:
Indeed my dear, I am ever near. I am the presence in the cracks, in between the tracks, I am anything and everything. I am not confined to space and time, I can shapeshift through all, I can exist in all and in all times. But you know it is I when sparks fly, I am the cause and the reflex.

Come to know me in those times. You will learn to recognise me. The eyes deceive my lovely but the heart does not. Follow me there.

And should you get lost on the way my dear, close your eyes, lend me your ears, give your-self to silence; let your being become one with mine. Once there, in the silence, you will hear me roar; 

and I will fill you with awe. 

A Cold Wind Blows.

Excerpt from ​Psalm 103:

“Our days pass by like grass,
Our prime like a flower in bloom,
a wind comes, the flower goes,
empty now is its place.”

I read this my lady and an icy wind gusts through my heart as I know the words to be true. They echo through the empty chamber of my heart. The place where you were. Our crossroads reached, the point of egress, now passed. My Rose you have gone from me.

Spirit:

Indeed my lovely, for now, but do not fear. I will find you again, just in a different form. Lift up your heart to me and I will find you dear one.
All things must end order to begin again.  

I Will Catch You When You Fall.

Human:

Where are you my Lady? I am missing you. Are you gone from me?

Spirit:

Just know I am there and I shall be. I am where you are not; and yet where you are. I am inside you, outside you. I permeate and I move through every part of your being. You give succur to me as I to you. Just be still my lovely and allow yourself to feel my presense. And sure enough, you will find me.