As I fade into symbol,there is a shadow left lingering behind. Negotiating with whispers,bouncing off the hallways,reminiscent of my elementary school years. White and full of ghosts,dark and apostolic. A reminder of the mission ahead, the calling of the drum. Cold and ambiguous,unending to the vanished vast. I often ponder these frequencies , an attempt to control the highways of the past and future. Unwilling to receive the ancient wisdom , past down from generation to generation. The Holy moment. I gaze past the ticking of the clock,in motion as my mind reminisces , in prayer,landing on my knees. A Halt. Grasping once more and interceding for my enemies and friends alike. A silent devotional for the far out, headed down the spiral, face first. A creative gesture indeed. A proactive God for sure. I can't help but notice,the cycle of seasons,be it appropriate or obtuse. Be it CCM or Jazz :)

Honesty, it is important these days , taking in a personal crucifixion with open arms. The unraveling of the egoic mind and the ratification of flesh. A necessary component to a personal resurrection. And must we not forget to welcome our mind and flesh as a child,loving with unconditional grace. As soon as we receive ourselves fully,only then can we surrender ourselves to the heavenly realms here in the physical. A paradox that has baffled mystics for centuries. Even though the glove fits the crime, The kingdom holds the Key.

A repentance to the woods,soaking in the green valley of life ,purposeful and full of creation. A warning to those with ears to hear : Unfortunately There are many layers to this Godly enigma. As there are many layers within Salvation. There is destination intertwined with Free Will. Process mixed with the delightful experience of Grace. As time submits to his master,Almighty God. A Passover is coming once again. Duck.... Stay low, don't attach yourself to people places or things just yet. Wait, Wait, Wait..........Goose. Listen close to the sound of the breeze.Give it another 8 months, and till then,rest. Were almost in the clear :)

As I return to form from Symbol I realize how much I learned and unlearned everything. Crucified, strong,standing, creating. Far away from from a notion. Dodging shadows. Leaning on every masterful note given by the Master Himself. I once was the space between the notes, full of space and crime,waiting to be revealed. And now I am a note in the Masters symphony. You are Loved, Steven Delopoulos.