The Rushing of Waters to Waters and·he-shall-become, separating between waters to·waters. Here you have a physical reality and a spiritual reality. Waters is an idiomatic expression for the spiritual nature. I have been reading another bloggers post for over a year now. You may know him, The Rural Iowegian. He has been on a journey, a struggle of trying to over come cancer, he has shared his journey through blogging.

But his battle with cancer has come to a cross roads. His journey makes one think, it could happen to anyone of us. Life can change so fast and leave one with so many questions. It got me to thinking about life and death.

By the time we are 5 we become isolate to one thought, those of our fathers who have gone before us.  We become seen in life to the ones standing in front of us, to be judged in their fires.   To help us to cleanse the flectional thoughts we have picked up in life from those around us.  We isolate some thoughts and pick up flectional thoughts swirling just outside the corners of our eyes, like the water swirling in circles at the bottom of the water falls.

Those thoughts bend in the wind into any shape that is pleasing to the eye.  We allow ourselves to become malleable to the thoughts of others standings and too often bow to them for the bulk of our lives.

These thoughts in turn can lead to fear, fear of the unknown. Fear of sticking with your own beliefs, because of the pressures of those around us to to conform to their ideas. All these different thoughts can pull you into so many different directions that one can lose sight of the narrow gate that leads to the light at the end of the tunnel.

When I am standing by a waterfall, I can only hear the rushing of the water heading to its final destination. It pushes all the other noise away, so I can see the destination, the beautiful ocean of water where time stands still for but a moment and everything makes sense for awhile. My place of tranquility, where I can draw on the peace and quiet solitude within the Freedom of my Heart. Where the thought of Death does not bind me to the ways of the world.

Thank you Mark, for sharing your journey.

Daryl Madden

by Sandra J