Who am I? Do you know? My heart? My depths? Who I am is not a name. I am you, deep in heart of all. Deep. In. My tears flow for your tears unshed. My blood runs from ancient and forth to unborn. In the craters of my gut love beats… knowing itself. I am you. Deep. In. I am everything. I am nothing. A birds’ wing soaring in an endless sky.
Valleys of untapped depth shining with the light of another world
Love’s being fur-wrapped and warm as a kiss
Teacher from a foreign realm
Wisdom light years long, in joyfulness carried
Her tail in the air, her ears in the breeze,
She peruses us with eyes of unconditional love.
Beauty Close your eyes, see yourself as you are in the mirror of your mind. Then, speak these words slowly. To your heart. That heart that knows itself better than the you that sees itself in the mirror : In the centre of all is divine beauty. In the silence rings a threnody of truth – cl
oser and closer, its whisper in your ear, “You are beauty. You are enough. Come, my love, to know yourself. To know. You.” A flower is. A flower Is. There is no effort to be a more perfect version of flower. Nor is it possible to remove or create a single iota of personal presence of Flower. There is no need in a flower. A flower IS. You are a flower. You are perfect. Divine. Beauty. Step truthfully. Honestly. For in the truthful tread is love. Allow yourself to sit, looking at the flower inside you. The flower that is you. Fall into its beauty… it will blossom.
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