That is all

We got to do…

Because We  ALL DO,

Because We ALL CAN,

WE JUST FORGET.

So Silence became Space,

Silent Space.

In this Space, which is Sacred,

every “piece” is Valuable,

every “piece” is Alive.

Both Clear and softly Foggy,

in there I still Rest,

and Rest is good for me.

Am I Healing?

foto: from Cisterne exibition, couple of years ago (sorry Artist, I lost your name!  Thanks for the Beauty!)

Did I become the Old Oak,

or did the Old Oak became Me?

In everylittle Thing,

in everylittle Being,

Cycles

and

Spyrals…

Much Life,

much Transformation,

and a little Death…

A couple more Sun Rays,

and whatever we do

changes…

A moment of Illumination,

a moment of Peace.

Sucking the Light in,

Licking the Sun,

our God.

It is Old, still New, because forgotten, maybe each time.

And if you met It, you will Know.

Stripped of Fascinations,

Judgements and Decorations,

stripped of any Values, still Valid…

When the Void stands Still,

when the World stops,

Frozen or just Quiet…

Meet the Nothing,

Meet the Anything,

the Potential,

the Zero.

Days getting shorter,

Colors exploding,

Beings retreating.

Chill,  darker Sky, Clear Air,

the Parfume of Decomposition,

and Mushrooms, and Musk.

Retreat,

and Silence growing Inside.

Like the Trees, and all Plants,

we move Closer to our Essence,

our Core,

we shake off our Leaves now dying,

and we make Friends with the Dark.

“This too, will pass”,

we better Enjoy it while it is here.

The time of Miracles is approaching,

hard for us waiting… still coming.

And, however down or up we are,

we will get Out there,

back to the Light,

to the Spring Exploding,

to the Beings Growing,

Shining again,

to the Birds Singing…

Back to Nature, back to the Mother,

to melt  within her Embrace,

to Inhale Soft Winds,

to Rest between Sky and Earth,

to Reconnect,

to be Whole again,

Washed clean,

Open and Ready

for Spirit

and Life.

Dear Moon,

Sister.

Gentle,

Powerful

Goddess.

Reflection of Sun,

Reflection of Light,

Reflection of Time.

Tides, Blood, Rising…

Temper, Emotions, Rising…

Sacred Rising,

Sacred Fullness.

Completion.

Abundance.

Culmination.

We will purify in your Presence,

we will offer in your Honor,

we will pray for the Forgotten Ones,

for the Growing Ones,

for the Gone Ones,

and for Us here,

and for our Mother,

thank and Bless, thank and bless,

thank and Bless,

Them All, You, Us.

May we All Heal.

Millions of Crystals,

Reflecting Light.

Entering the Light.

Feeding on Light.

Becoming Light.

Once in a while

I get stroked

from the, at times “discrete”,

at times “screaming”

“Perfection”

of Everything.

Is it time to learn,

or time to unlearn?

And…

Do we wish?

And…

Do we dare?

……

Which one?