Susan T. Creations

My muse – my secret self – so lovely and ethereal – life bursting forth in shy glory, reaching for the light, reaching for me.  She tends to the miracles that spring from my subconscious, my vibrational energy: witnessing, approving, validating, nurturing. Yet I feel so sad within as the sparks burst in myriad directions. How do I follow them all, keep them safe, experience the joy, the growth, the wonder? So much to do, so many places to be, so much to learn.

 MIRACLE

“The place where light and dark begin to touch is where miracles arise.”

Where is that place in me, the line where Light and Dark arise, the horizon where miracles arise? If I fear the Dark, keep myself safe in the Light, I will never be a miracle. I will never know my deepest self, never burst forth into true life, never be one who loves and gives and grows and lives.

And writes from the heart, not the mind.

Is this birth into Miracle not a process of purification? The Light bringing purity to the Dark purifying the effervescence of the Light into purity reborn? Where else can that occur expect in the place where miracles begin?

Where do the messages, the stories come from? The Light? The Dark? Emanating from both, caught in their own symmetry, their own purity, they burst forth only where they touch – the place of miracles. Intuition, pure and reborn. Miraculous Life.