Destiny

 

 

The dance of destiny is the spaces between the notes, the moments where decisions have the flow of grace. 

The stars that attract the visions are the ancient memory in the self that brought the self here; destiny is how one takes it from here by choice.

Looking at the wonders of the world, one realizes that humans are the pinnacle of a divine design that has to find its special place.

All random accidents spring from the river of destiny for reasons that flow to the comic ocean of possibilities.

The truth to the self is the intuitive being in tune, whereas the out of tuners want to fill every space from the scarcity that somebody else may will.

The divine architect designed the foundation of longing on the rocks of loving labor, to what lives within us and not behind or ahead.

Destiny will show her face to the truth of the character that holds its promises. It is in the silence where decisions are made and the place where destiny is listening.

The feminine creative impulse struggles to listen when not truly liberated giving into reasons of fears, that cannot liberate others.

Destiny works as liberator of needs and its deeds for the real presence to liberate others naturally.

Destiny is the moral compass to follow and what fate allows, taking life to the calm shades of trees that has been planted long time ago.

Selfhood is destiny at the source of all individual existence with a unique rhythm creating form, from multitudes of experience relating to the consistency of a conscious self. 

Nobody understands the self as long inferiors overwrites the divine purpose with presumed power that wanes into tangible excuses.

Not understanding the self is the denial of God to become what destiny holds as real existence.

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