'Read it Again...'

                     

                                            

   I NEED NOT MOVE OFF TOO FAST FROM A LOVELY THING. Once I think I have discovered it, I ought to look at it again, I learned; for there were always many layers to everything. Also, if I should wait awhile, and then read it again, I would almost always find that I unearthed more, and each time I looked.

   Turning back to what I have read, I will find more that I did not notice the first time; life is like that. The revelation of light and life unfolds within me, little by little; ‘line by line, and precept upon precept.’ When one new ‘line’ is unwound in me, then after awhile that revelation becomes my common understanding. If later I go back to that place, where I first understood something, I will find that because what I first understood of it is now in me, and has become a part of my understanding, I will see and perceive more in it the next time I read it.

   Mysteries will unlock the key found; more pieces of the picture will link, and fall into place. And a further conception of ideas and an understanding by revelation will flow through to me in reading it again: my mind further renewed can receive more light. The curtain of pride over my eyes having thinned lets it through. My heart more open to experience the rapture which yet awaits it! And I discover, and over and over, that the treasure within was all the time leading me onward; ever further along on the diamond path. There was such an abundance, yet to be discovered, in even the littlest thing I read, and saw.

   The true joy in re-digging into what I have already read, is not found in some new literary appraisal of the words, but in the willingness of my own heart, to find and accept in it one new challenging note, and to live it, and ‘sing’ it. There was my heart’s true food! That was ‘the hidden manna.’* Sustaining and nourishing me in the very place where I most need it, where my pride has been just a little more removed! It is there I am provided life’s eternal banquet! It is where I have an ‘altar’ an, alter: an inner table and a hidden feast of delight, whereof I have no possibility of ‘eating,’ if I choose the outward forms of things. I even learned to gather up and welcome, the fragments which remained; for I saw that I shall suffer loss, if by love I eat not of the feast of loss, every crumb.

   Read it again. Write it down. In a notebook. Keep, a journal. And it is not that I then need to re-read them, my notebooks, but the Source; for everything was there and all the time. But, I did find that in just the action of writing down that ‘kernel of truth,’ more of my senses were involved, so that ‘shining thing’ soaks in deeper into the mind of my heart, and renews me. And though it might seem that I hardly recognize the renewing, it is there; in a step in the right direction; and I am taken further!

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