Consider the idea that what happens, in my life, in yours, in the cosmos, is observed. In that observation, the Observer reacts, anticipates, yearns, weeps, shouts "Excellent!" and understands. As those moments of observing become moments of understanding, what happened, merely happened, becomes destiny. It is understood and at that moment invented. That's why our lives seem destined - as if the Observer has a plan.
Does this Oneness, this Essence, this Observer, do anything else? I do sense in my mystical hours a deep, beyond-articulate caring. I put words on it. I say, "God loves you, God loves me." I say, "Turn toward the place inside yourself where you feel closest to the Holy." I say, "God weeps when you weep." I say, "You"
That's the context for me listening to the words below and asking a question to which I feel like I know the answer, "Who is singing? Whose voice?"
Maybe Galadriel. In Galadriel's compassion, strength, mystery, inaccessibility, immediacy, and beauty, I glimpse the One.
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You've come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say: "We have come now to the end"
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West
"Into the West" as sung by Annie Lennox in "The Lord of the Rings" movies.
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