We do not know anything if we lose it. If we find it, we become ourselves again. Who is she?

Her name is wisdom. She is hidden, dressed in white. She is pure and veiled. She is known only by the one worthy to rest with her. The past, the body, the world, and the animal are sacrificed at the altar during the ceremony called life. The breath of life flows from her wings, awakening the dreamers. Her children are drawn towards the source of her flight, and the others are blown away by it. Who can find her, who can let go, who can move forward into the winds, watching many fall away. Who has the faith to complete their journey? Who will surrender everything seen for what is unseen and not known until it is given? Who will come back after the wedding? Who will attend and who will refuse?

Author: Richard Carrasco

I write to remember who I am and to help others do the same. "Heaven In A Moment" is my offering: a space for spiritual reflection, clarity, and truth spoken through story, testimony, metaphor, and love. View all posts by Richard Carrasco