The Silent Oracle - Painting #12Bridge for Light
The Message
“No one is separate one falls, another holds, one weeps, another becomes the way. Sometimes you too must bend to become wholeheartedly a bridge for the passage of light.”
Exploration
The Poem
Before names, before humankind, we were one in the quiet green. No distance, no separation- only light passing through us. We were from above and return to above; from the sea, and the world began. Mothers bent like bridges of love, opening a path for our coming. We passed through them to reach this side of being. Still, along this green path we remain bound to one another. Whoever is far from their origin seeks reunion again. One falls another becomes the hand; one weeps another the way.
Your Oracle Answer
You are the barrier in your own way. Step aside, he may appear; lose yourself, find him.