Creativity can only flow through one’s personal sense of life. We create in order to survive. In order to thrive.
Each thought is a probability of existence. Each present instant was an ephemeral thought in another time, in another place, in another idea.
And only in silence can we breathe. Breathe the echoes of all existence into that one instant of freedom, that will last eternally. Ignoring the power of our own being can only cut the wings of our own rebirth. Because time is eternal in one second, and eternal in infinity.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Everything was meant to be as it is, because in the present there is no space for other possibilities. Can you breathe and let go? Can you accept each instant as it is? Freedom will be your gift, freedom of being who you are; who you are.
Some nights I catch myself lost in the entanglement of trying to understand, trying to grasp with my mind the complete structure of existence. But there is no understanding possible when the ego is limited. How can infinity be comprehended through the senses? It can only be lived, it can only be celebrated, it can only be felt through the path of no attachment. No attachment to the idea of yourself, no attachment to the structures that physical reality grants us.
Our lives are a journey our souls need to able to experience in order to go back home. Although home has never left us. What a paradox to walk a path that has no destination; a journey that is the destination in itself. Being love, being light, being endless is who we are. All the rest is just a mirror, a reflection through which we can create a walking dream. It is only through the present instant that we can write our stories, live fully our dreams.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The palpitation of the Universe is in our breath. We anchor ourselves to reality through our ego, but we can fly through infinity through our breath.
Breathe in, breathe out. Just breathe.
Journey To The Self 