For well I know the spring that flows free
although it is night. (John of the Cross: Flame of Love)
For well I know
Far beyond the rational mind demanding real proof
and more efficacious than knowledge filled with facts,
there arises from within the soft voice of intuition
another kind of knowing laden with hopeful insight,
a whispering voice wooing, encouraging, pursuing.
This inner voice tends to startle, stir, and challenge,
provoking unsought questions and revealing dreams,
firmly enticing until the hesitant heart releases doubt
and chooses to enter the serenity of trusted perception.
the spring
This Source of Wisdom, located not at the surface of self
nor easily detected without some deliberate stillness,
issues forth slowly from a fertile, indistinct hiddenness.
Like a fresh spring of water within a verdant hillside,
the first few beads of grace gather into movement;
these barely noticed drops of momentary awareness
gradually pool together into a nurturing fullness,
creating a flowing plenitude of invisible soul-knowing.
that flows free
Whether tiny rivulet or a gushing watercourse,
the onward movement of this Sacred Presence
travels unbounded through the soul’s thirsty conduit
in spite of muddy impediments and rigid boulders.
Like a running stream eager to join a great river,
so is the soul steadily pulled toward the open Sea
where a plenitude of love and true knowing resides.
although it is night
Much like a creek moving toward the great waters,
the soul cares not whether this occurs in sunshine
or in the thick folds of night’s resolute darkness.
The soul’s intuitive journey pulses with confidence
while dwelling within the reservoir of human life,
meandering but traveling onward through a lifetime
to where a Final Destination awaits the awesome arrival.
© Joyce Rupp
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