Danny James

Tag: summit

294: An imperfect system

Can it not be said, that only he can meet calm and relief who is storm-worn and standing and who has not stumbled thus his respiring? Who has allowed his balance to find him by at last keeping still though else nothing is, and having flung to the gusts for the valley below his charge and strain of striving vain. By not gripped by the incertitude of factual things such as winds and aims, they ceased to fatigue him and fell away into vanishment the more he fought them not. He has seen his depths and caring less for heights is happy if he can burn the day sitting on the adret of his Himalaya, to finish a good book and gathering there in himself like the snow and sunlight around him, and passing unhindered through his own being like the tide of ordinance.

232: Home all along

Son, though you know it not, soon a great peace will befall your searching soul. A realisation you will not recall as one event but as having occurred in fragments over a duration, dotted yet of many pangs to come along the approach. The days of life are many more, and you will not grow old ascending always your mountains but I promise, you are surely being prepared to receive the love you cannot find, and a most heavenly glade you will someday simply happen into, finding there an everlasting contentment with all the pains that have passed and blessings most brief that braid every lifetime. A place to which there are no directions, where the summits shadow does not access and we are all here waiting. You must have faith you are coming home all along.