And I find myself here again,confronted with the blank page;and it isn’t empty and pure,but full of past memories and life. Chaotic rising of words from within…Without a plan…Without a known…Just pure expressionfrom the heart. Longing,my longing,speaking in wordsonly I can understand. These voices crawl out of me,from the blood in my veinsto the tip…
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Not knowing
At nights, to be able to receive the dream we have to let go of our awakened state of consciousness. In life, to be open to our greatest destiny we have to surrender our control. It is in the not-knowing that Soul knows.
Read MoreThe dream that lingers
In the fleeting songs that morning brings I find solace. The dream continues to live in me after the night shadows have disappeared. Who am I? Am I the dreamer, the dream, or the meaning the birds bring?
Read MoreBeing the Light
Everything is moving,spiraling,in,out,above,below… Change, chaos, swirling confusion… And in the midst of it all… a moment of truth. A darkness so deep, a void so infinite, it was the only way, place and moment in time, to be able to see, feel and be the Light.
Read MoreInto just Being
I hear it whisperingthrough my veins. That longing again. I hear the call from the locked faraway doorways and corridors of my Soul. It’s a silent cry that cracks my bones open. Broken into pieces as shattered memories of past and future stories. Re-membering andmending togetherthe pieces of mycollapsed mirror. My vessel can no longerhold…
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