That we might become a, '...vessel, and pitcher ready to pour the utmost divine feeling...' Let's place our antlers on the alter of love divine. Amen for the teaching, the article and the dedication, that takes us from piros to vörös and back again but never quite the same.
Thank you for this dream. Its distinction between the two Hungarian colours (piros and vörös) teaches, how easily piros endeavours might fade away whilst vörös sacred emotions keep on smouldering, being eveready to serve a new outbreak of fiery hot sacred emotions that can be poured like red wine (vörösbor).
Every spark of true longing that submits me to Gods will brings a drop of sacred emotion transfusion that is red as blood (vérvörös). This longing for the ocean where Thy will is being done wakes up my heart and makes me bashfully red (elvörösödik) about my human nature, and vice versa. This is the daily red wine (vörösbor) I long to become drunk on until my heart eventually goes up in red flames (vörös lángokban). It is time to serve God with a bashfully red face again.
And thank you for the illustration of the pitcher that pours the utmost Divine feeling. It looks to pour an overflowing, inexhaustible Red Sea - in Hungarian: Vörös-tenger.
Thank you for your wonderful landscape. This dialogue showed up as I was trying to describe for a friend - the difference between perception and embodiment. The expression of energy shifts from observing to inhabiting and expressing... Body and Soul. 2 colors better illustrate my case.
That we might become a, '...vessel, and pitcher ready to pour the utmost divine feeling...' Let's place our antlers on the alter of love divine. Amen for the teaching, the article and the dedication, that takes us from piros to vörös and back again but never quite the same.
Thank you, Owen. In the move from piros to vörös, I'm reminded of Brad's favorite slogan: stop looking, start cooking. :)
Thank you, Owen!
Thank you for this dream. Its distinction between the two Hungarian colours (piros and vörös) teaches, how easily piros endeavours might fade away whilst vörös sacred emotions keep on smouldering, being eveready to serve a new outbreak of fiery hot sacred emotions that can be poured like red wine (vörösbor).
Every spark of true longing that submits me to Gods will brings a drop of sacred emotion transfusion that is red as blood (vérvörös). This longing for the ocean where Thy will is being done wakes up my heart and makes me bashfully red (elvörösödik) about my human nature, and vice versa. This is the daily red wine (vörösbor) I long to become drunk on until my heart eventually goes up in red flames (vörös lángokban). It is time to serve God with a bashfully red face again.
Bravo and Amen! Your words ignited our hearts in red flames (vörös lángokban)!
Wonderful! Thank you, flammable Fiery Red Hearts! Thank you, Lord!
And thank you for the illustration of the pitcher that pours the utmost Divine feeling. It looks to pour an overflowing, inexhaustible Red Sea - in Hungarian: Vörös-tenger.
My heart is red, but beating vörös . Thank you Lord !
That comment slayed us! Köszönök!
Thank you for amplifying the sacred emotion!
Thank you for your wonderful landscape. This dialogue showed up as I was trying to describe for a friend - the difference between perception and embodiment. The expression of energy shifts from observing to inhabiting and expressing... Body and Soul. 2 colors better illustrate my case.
Body and soul!