so come into Your garden

come with me, in your imagination, to a secret place.
close your eyes, if you shall, and enter into the reality within -
ask the Spirit to arise, and take you into the mysteries of the kingdom.
follow me, into touch and feel.
into hear and beats of a rhythm not yet found by men
music and pictures, moving and swirling and spinning, from a different realm.

mysttterrrrrrry -

for here fascination and exhilaration originate.
dancers dance to a moving, whistling winds of love
& singers sing with melodies and harmonies of holy obsession.

let us peer through the window of our souls -
into the Spirit.
the Spirit.
the Spirit.

which is ours, and His, and mine, and His.
and together we fellowship. we commune.
we journey together into the endless, boundless, depths of God.
the unsearchable waters of this Being. this infinite Being.
this never-ending source of Power, and Wisdom, and Beauty, and Love,
and Passion.

join hands with me as we jump off the rugged cliff of the seen
let go and violently abandon all that we know...
free fall, with earth above, and heaven below.

fallllllling. the dark storms brewing above, and the memory of His presence
pushing us down, down, down.
the tune that continues to play over and over and over.
the taste that was left upon our tongue.
pushing us further.
forcing us

here we are: falllllling.

listen to the breakers and the waves and breakers of
the depths. the endlessness of the raging waters of GOD.

the souls of seeking ask the terrifying questions:
Who is this One that causes creation to groan?
Who is this One who holds the world together by the sound of His voice?
Who is this One pulling us dowwwwwn....?

and here we are hitting this
water - being swallowed into the sinking of seeking.
the Hidden
the cloudy, raging, roaring waters of the deeeeep deeeeep wonders of
Him who came booming over Mount Sinai.
who struck down thousands by the waters of the seas
who burned down fire and sulphur onto wickedness
who threw His wrath, intended for men, upon His very own Son.

yet the only option is to
crash into the horizon of water and sky

the waters of this limitless Being:
the whisperings asking, who is this?
who offered His Spirit.
WHO IS THIS vast being - whose waters we have begun to swim...
yet this is only
the beginning...
this is only the beginning...

this is the refusal to be satisfied with words. words. words.
this is the rejection of only peering from afar.

this is beginning the pursuit that eternity won't even exhaust.

cutting the rope.
holding nothing back.
giving up
and falling.
into the neverending Sea.

and we shall swim straight into Him.
and the screams of the skies will be silenced
and the emancipation of the soul will be found.


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