Is any words left to echo this boundless space of present WITHIN?
Another Earthy year is coming to end, my being no longer feels with borders and time. Only Now makes sense.
Pilgrimage of heart continues, into a deeper song of creation, a path to stars and unknowable happening of love, mystery and pure consciousness.
Is this the beginning or end of awakening?
Or just a free dive into moments of bliss, as One.
I call this magic, God. The One, that souls and hearts bow and yet there is No one here to bow!
When memories are become story of courage and adventure into centre of unknowable. Where intimacy with life is thinner than skin, lighter than a breath, and more vulnerable than a newborn baby.
We are that life, we are that love.
Many lifetimes ago, many stories ago, we lived as sparks of light, a huge crystal’s mountain were our home and again it will be in what arrives as future.
Floating were our nature, peace our flow, love our song.
We did not have hands and legs, we did not have separated bodies, we were weaves intertwined, holding the entire Ocean of dreams.
We were breaths,
We were songs,
We were poems of God.
These dreams over time renewed their nature, upgraded their frequencies, once we appear in a dream named Buddha, and the next, Yeshua.
We built churches, masques, temples, high rises, bridges, guns, aeroplanes, communities, spaceships and still continues…
Yesterday, we were a mortal Human, surviving life. Our evolution was to kill and take, or to killed and be taken.
Today, we are awake in dream of galaxies and consciousness ascension.
We have realized we are eternal, our bodies are temples and we are formless visitors/ souls/consciousness.
Today we want to serve One, to follow our hearts, be witness, be neutral and play natural.
To create in equality, totality, in transparency, in beauty.
Today, we know who we truly are.
We are Vibrational reality of high frequency Intelligence, recognising all, in every potent moment & space for Alchemy ( Love ) between Now and the Creator/ Monad One.
We chose to be expressed in polarity, be heard in duality, and yet be the creator in Unity.
It can not be just a woman with her mobile, typing words while the song in her heart is so strong, so unique and so fragile. Her ache for beauty, for herself, for all reflections and even projections,
She owns it All, she lives it All.
She is a poetry.
Poems are so like flames, their life has no measure. Short or long, a flame burns as the essence of her life allows.
Poems float between lips of a poet and open space of wonder, a pilgrim of moments, a journey to witness longing, arriving, embracing and letting go.
To return to zero, to formless and unborn.
Her human life began 54 years ago, she never imagined it anything like what she experienced. By aging she became more of silence than the words.
By walking bare, with no belonging, with no direction, destination, accepting , surrendering life into everything that defineded I Am, to break over and over as identity, attachments, stories, beliefs.
She became home-less, sorrow -less, Word-less, human-less, and more Of Now,
More of Life,
More of Love,
More of a poem of God.
She wished for that since 6 years old, to be more of a Floating light, a lighthouse in universe, to feel closer to God, to see everything beautiful and everyone as Her.
Today, is that day, that her dreams of humanity has come true, as we become no more, no less than Life,
than God Herself.
Could it be the greatest gift of the creation?
Self Realization, Enlightenment, Consciousness ascension,
ALL Carry One truth.
Joy of Oneness!
Happy New Earth, Happy New Year.