We love with all our heart but we also keep our heart light and pliable. It has space. It breathes. It waits on life to give instructions. It sings with sweetness when the winds are soft and warm. It stands with calm patience when the storm is brewing. It lets go when endings have left their irrefutable mark. It moves. It heals. It hopes.
Breaks into our code
Of our evolutionary Self-s
Our sensory navigating device
Accepts or rejects the impulse
Creating realities of our choice
A natural drift takes us from an amoeba to a human
A very determined choice takes us further
To squeeze our way through
To God and his gift of
Once we merge with the Core
Trusting the efficiency
Of our Soul’s intent
The Flow becomes
The only possible direction
It is warmer here. Can you see the light? Trust it. It is safe. It has lived a long time. It has seen much more than you. You fight a demon that you once knew but the demon is already slain. And from the corner of your eye you will see the scattered, sacred fire reform again. Settle, settle. Peace, peace
Walk a bit further.
There is a different land not far away.
The people in it have the magic to break the icy fingers of the great death.
I heard that you don’t even have to pay.
However, you have to find their door.
It is only found by those who pay the other price.
For every spirit who is learning: you heal yourself.