EACH MOMENT that the soul cannot bestride bereaves us of the one that went before and leaves the soul forever wanting more in sequence moments slip away and slide in passage that forever casts outside each instant from the one that came before as an unwanted guest thrust through the door expelled and not permitted to abide yet ‘twas Eternity gave birth to Time whose moments finish just as they begin bestrewn and scattered throughout space and time but all a mother’s children are akin as syllables may bind a poem in rhyme so one day she will gather them again by that same power that makes the world spin, makes many One, and frees the soul from sin
You write of a world where there is no division of spirit and matter; the Unus Mundus. The plan of the cosmos in God’s mind before the Creation and the separation of heaven and earth. Sophia, the Wisdom of God, personified this living matrix of all orderly creations.
You write of a world where there is no division of spirit and matter; the Unus Mundus. The plan of the cosmos in God’s mind before the Creation and the separation of heaven and earth. Sophia, the Wisdom of God, personified this living matrix of all orderly creations.
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