Its claws were long and sharp
It was easy to fear them already from a distance
Powerful wings that could make fearful winds to scare any being in whole area that would try to approach The Cave
That was a Guardian of The Cave
The Cave was a Girl's soul
Inside there were winds howling for Love
It was so empty as The Guardian was not letting anyone in
Inside the Cave there were paintings with images of Love
Lovers
Dreams
Yet a girl was to scared to make space for new ones and was scared to let someone in not to disturb a fragile area of deep levels of The Cave
She carried a memory of a betrayal and hurt
She often wanted to welcome guests who appeared in the area....yet the Guardian scared them away
It seemed if its role became more than protection
It started to scare away and so girl realized her Cave became so empty
Only winds were guests
She felt lost
She didn't want to be alone....
wtorek, 21 lutego 2017
czwartek, 26 stycznia 2017
I honor my longings I honor my desires
I honor my longings
I honor my desires
I observe and cherish them from chrysalis to butterfly...
And when they fly out from cocoon the tounge of a butterfly is my own tongue that touches nectars of flowers of life
I honor my longings
I honor my desires
I sing when they die after a flight of so many colours..
I honor my desires
I observe and cherish them from chrysalis to butterfly...
And when they fly out from cocoon the tounge of a butterfly is my own tongue that touches nectars of flowers of life
I honor my longings
I honor my desires
I sing when they die after a flight of so many colours..
piątek, 20 stycznia 2017
Healing of a Lake
The Old Woman
She knows
The Older Sister
She warns
The Younger Sister
She carries sweetnes and play
The Caring Daughter
She supports
The Mother in Wholness
She loves and lets go
The Mature Lover
She gives and takes
The Healed Wild One
She never gives up....
The Wise Warriores
She gets to the point
The Great One
She carries them all...
I am a
Lake of a Soul
Transmutation of a poison into cure
She knows
The Older Sister
She warns
The Younger Sister
She carries sweetnes and play
The Caring Daughter
She supports
The Mother in Wholness
She loves and lets go
The Mature Lover
She gives and takes
The Healed Wild One
She never gives up....
The Wise Warriores
She gets to the point
The Great One
She carries them all...
I am a
Lake of a Soul
Transmutation of a poison into cure
sobota, 14 stycznia 2017
czwartek, 5 stycznia 2017
Thousands breaths of Love
I have fallen in love with a ghost of you
I let a breath of your visions thoughts words to pass through all cells of my body
It comes as slightly cold shivers
I am reading pieces of your mind that are blue printed in them..
I let images coming from your love to life to penetrate my heart
You used to be so close but I was frozen
Living in a lake of a dead love
Now I drink every bit of you
Even these ones who I used to see and hear hundreds times before
When you died in your self and you reached your wordly recongition
I finally saw who you are
I entered an invisible dimension where I met you
I was passing among thousands of your breaths
Each of a different frequency colour nature
I also saw breaths of pain
Ecstasy
Searching
I saw stories encoded in invisible particles of dimension of your Spirit
I am standing naked in whirpools of thousands of your breaths
I am ready for you to really touch my Heart now
środa, 4 stycznia 2017
Reclaiming own dreams
I clear chambers of my mind
I dive into cells of my body to help them regenerate after being dominated by toxins
I still circle in a labyrinth of emotions but now I understand it more and more and more........
I am seeing it from above
I dive into cells of my body to help them regenerate after being dominated by toxins
I still circle in a labyrinth of emotions but now I understand it more and more and more........
I am seeing it from above
wtorek, 3 stycznia 2017
Frequencies of Life
Hundreds of waves
So many tunes
Disturbances
Mind catchers
I explore frequencies of life around
So many of them try to catch into false identities
So many are designed to take attention away from own true frequency
True frequency of desires dreams values and real nourishement
Cities are hughe radio boxes where false channels are working all the time
Nature has own frequencies
Subtle waves of regeneration and recharge
False frequencies are often mistaken for free choice
In real they are designed to enlsave
Nature frequencies give feelings of clarity and empowerment
Choice is our....always
So many tunes
Disturbances
Mind catchers
I explore frequencies of life around
So many of them try to catch into false identities
So many are designed to take attention away from own true frequency
True frequency of desires dreams values and real nourishement
Cities are hughe radio boxes where false channels are working all the time
Nature has own frequencies
Subtle waves of regeneration and recharge
False frequencies are often mistaken for free choice
In real they are designed to enlsave
Nature frequencies give feelings of clarity and empowerment
Choice is our....always
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