These days for me are flowing like an “ocean of motion” — a salient metaphor for the quiet, yet all-encompassing setting for Life possible here on Earth. The rhythm of my breathing, the hum of my nervous system, and the wide range of verbal utterances I both hear and give voice to are but a few, close-at-hand reminders of the infinite vibratory spectrum within and surrounding me.
Vibration with a purpose is “Energy”.
I discern and identify specific energies based on my own unique set of senses. Eyes see the energy range of “visible light”; ears hear “audible sound”; the nose and mouth sense odors and savors, while my skin senses heat and the dynamics of change amid my physical motions. Then, scientific instruments and other devices engage energy ranges beyond the discernment of my five senses alone.
Further, the thoughts that I think, the emotions I feel, and the whole of my “consciousness” are waves of energy. The world of so-called “form” around me is a veritable panoply of vibratory energies that move slowly enough to appear “solid” and inanimate.
Social systems, economies, governments, and countless other forms of human interaction represent the movement of energy among people. Meanwhile, beyond Earth, the moon, the planets, and our Sun, whole galaxies of stars may cue from ancient rhythms and resonances.
All resonances are actuated — actualized, made real — by that Emanation which creates and powers Universes — a Presence of such immense Power that it can and does, as a matter of course, enfold and encompass Mankind on Earth — So deftly and unassumingly well that, to our awareness, It is utterly unknown, invisible — hence “Ineffable” (ie, unspeakable beyond words).
So — In moments when I may wonder as to where does that leave Me, Us, Man-&-Womankind, and other realms of Earth — I can (when I surrender to it) be filled full with the inherent Wonder and Depth of Ease (far beyond “dis-ease”) that consummate Being at Home timelessly imbues.
May Our Peace Be Ongoing, Steadfast, Still, and Complete …Warmest of Regards to You … — PenDell