Ruach

ר֫וּחַ

roo'-akh - Breath, wind, spirit.

 

It is free, more completely free than anything else. Illusive it cannot be seen. It is unpredictable, capricious. It can be gentle and consistent or a forceful torrent. It is exhilarating, uncontained, untamed. It goes where it pleases and dances to its own tune. It takes no heed of outside opinion, it is active and pervading. It sweeps up whatever is in its path. It is deep in the lungs, it is life, it is freedom. It is the great mover. It does not capitulate to demands and cannot be threatened, it is without fear. It knows no bounds and never ceases. It is playful and ecstatic. It cannot be measured and is not to be trifled with.

 

It is weightless and shapeless and whatever falls it its path is helpless to resistance.

It knows no inhibition chooses its own direction and pursues us with the deepest connection.

Its burden is light and it does not grow weary and in the fullness of time it gives sight to see clearly.

Ineffable, invisible, exhilarating; its absolutely incredible.

It does not stop nor does it tire, ever lifting, lifting us higher.

Effervescent and ever present it is the experience of the transcendent.

Unrelenting force and unbridled power yet to the righteous a refuge and a strong tower.

Smoke and fire, flame and dust through the wilderness it is the one to trust.

Beauty unleashed though always unseen, pure and faultless, perfectly clean.

 

 

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