In times of Silence
I need to follow…
like the Breath
and the Tides…
It all crystalizes for a split second…
another Power is …
that is me………
Now is the now……
on and on and on ……
no time for telephone……
uter uter, and not for the computer…..
ife ife ife…….
that is my summer Life…..:)
good Summer may it be precious to you!
!n this Sacred Body I live this time
in the Sacred Land I meet People and Beings
in the Sacred Sky I dream and fly
in the Sacred Elements I learn and learn
in the Sacred Spirit I rest and melt
….just lots of hidden or sleeping Beings
not appearing at first glance…
The magic of the Desert lies
in hiding its Life
under an appearance of Death…
It chooses you, and then it shows…
Noisy Doors sliding?
If You didn’t make it yet
I tell You,
It is not sleeping…
(good to visit on Equinox, maybe?)
It looks so simple,
and powerful …
Maybe the Rainbow
what we call “the Truth”?
I collect “good trash bags” for my outdoor adventures, but the message on this one I had not noticed.
It comes from a flight with one of the “economy companies”, and its message makes me smile. You may know it already,nevertheless…
The trash bag is to be used when/if you puke during flight: it sais:
“In a while you will be fine” -bag. 🙂
I woke up suddenly…
I usually consider Freedom as a main ingredient of my choices and Life (an “old thinking pattern”, a “thing to defend”, “fight for”, and so on…)
the Voice said…
THERE IS ONLY FREEDOM!
“Forever” can be a serious thing,
and a beautiful thing,
and a scary thing,
even our “Forever” is so short.
(from Tales of Dark and Light, on preparation)
UFO out there?
or Spirit on the Tree?
or my Eyes dreaming?
probably all three things, and more…
“Reality” is what?
… funny and strange
we go for Shaman walk soon…
Your “monsters” sit on a stick and a bottle of beer.
And they have been thanked, and given away.
thank You, for thanking me,
it does warm much.
I cleaned up so well,
that there was nothing left.
I was taken by panic,
then I was left Free.
(from Tales of Dark and Light)
Dark flat Mountains….
on arrival it may look like not much…
Strong, wild, unpredictable, beautyful,
island of the Winds, Ocean, and burning Sun.
Light, Air, Smell, and Feeling…
It comes sneaking, like a tricky Fox,
and, like a Fox,
it can disappear fast,
but Hope has manifested.
Wonderful to have “Seasons”, inside, and outside.