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Time. Words. Material. The abstract world is always stronger before it starts to die away.
We are structured light. Never finite. Always traveling.
Become aware of your inner map being a reflection of the whole Universe. Ask yourself: “how long can I go without knowing who I am?” We are eternal mirrors of each other, but reflections serve only as reminders that we also poses an inside world, and in it we speak all languages, we keep all dreams, we know all there was and will be. There are no secrets to the soul, unless you try to live substituting the mind to it. The heart knows. Always knows. Always knows.
Allow. Love your fears and they will grow into butterflies of hope. Everything transforms. And every intention, set or withheld, will pave the way of that transformation. That is the point of your ability to influence how your outer world builds around you. The many layers of this world are a reflection of all that we poses inside. Until we collapse onto ourselves and dissolve the fleeting structure that was meant to evolve, we have a choice.
We are forced towards ourselves more and more, with each sunrise, each revolving of this spaceship we’re on. From continents and nations, to the nearest places of need and grief, affirmation and connection, expression and pleasure, to our personal and collective spaces, our families, our children, we expand our consciousness, ultimately forced to asses the resonance of it all within. And we know all that would disappear in its perceived form, if for a while we would stop from breathing.
We started out as drops of water and stars dust, vibrating at the sound of light.
We are growing apart from our fears and illusions. Power is nothing, if not another name for Love.
We are the miracle threshold between the non-existent and memories.
All it takes is one tiny thing that brings you true joy. One thing to bring you a sigh of relief, because it reminds you of the wonder of the world.
Food For Soul:
p.s.: above are small jars of devilishly delicious cherry and lemon jam – just fresh fruit and sugar and a splash of water, if you ever wanna try them.
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There is a certain pace at which life makes sense just the way it is. A pace at which you can actually feel the moments.
A pace at which your cells know their true path.
A pace at which you understand why some things exist and others don’t, and why you are among the first.
A pace at which you know how and why things happen.
A pace at which you grasp the wordless definition of time, a definition given by your soul, and not by man-made mechanisms.
A pace at which your body is grateful.
A pace at which you can let go, and keep only what resembles your sacred making.
A pace at which the skin of an orange slice doesn’t break, when parted from its sisters, at which your gaze heals another human being, a pace at which all life around you acknowledges you with every step you take, a pace at which you can actually share your experience.
At which you observe the traces of life on a glass window and the traces of what was, on your heart.
At which you give no one proof of being worthy, because everyone already knows it.
At which your atoms remember when they were immaterial silence and light.
Scales – Yellow
When the unconscious patterns reveal to you throughout the day, surfacing into manifestation, in people’s behavior or situations, remember they are just reminders that you should stay in your center, where the truth has no shape or color, is just truth.
Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/08/12/rostul/