The devaluation of life, breaks even the strongest heart, but when the honeycomb breaks – crushed in the palm of my hand, the soul lives a lifetime longer, and the heart learns to live, in the renewal of the mind.
Crushed stones become a pathway, carrying the feet of an entire nation, where not even the dirt my feet, can stop me from laughing, the tears down my cheeks, until my soul is dancing in the desert.
Poppies grow in an open meadow, where my bare feet walk the high grass. The soft wind brushes my hair, and tickles my skin until I have goosebumps. I sway my white dress on the sound, of soft piano music playing in the background, and I smile like the sun shining in the sky. Happiness is a feeling of peace and light, born deep in the heart in the middle of spring. Choices cause us to grow like wildflowers – like poppies they drench us in our own blood, until we shine brighter than the great eastern sun. I choose to be happy in this moment, where the summer smiles at me, in the silence of complete solitude. I find a place under a tree on the hill, where I sit down and meditate, so I can hold onto to this moment a little longer. My hands are open ready to receive, the greatest blessing Heaven can give me, but in this moment of patient waiting, I learn to close my eyes and feel the Spirit, whispering softly in the summer winds. As I gently flutter my eye-lids open, the red poppies smile at me, as they fill me with the deepest peace. Letting go of the past and the future, forces me to live in the moment of this day, where I learn to dance in the rain, with my arms and my heart wide open, until every cell is filled the deepest sense of joy. And in this moment of pure enlightenment, I learn that the cross is never heavier, than my own heart can bare, and that my heart is so much stronger, than I could ever imagine!
The wind rushes through the trees, like an orchestra playing three nocturnes, creating the perfect setting for fireflies, to dance to this sweet melody of Chopin. The stars find their places in the dark sky, and I wait for Orion’s belt to appear, so I can see him shoot his arrow. Nothing is more peaceful than the night, where silence is a warm blanket, where you can meditate on the essence of life. My rocking chair calmly swings back and forth, as I play non-existent notes on my guitar, giving my thoughts a way to escape my mind, and slip into the oblivion of this peaceful night. God speaks when the world is silent, so I listen to the voice of Spirit who speaks, on the whisper of the cool midnight wind. If I would close one of my eyes and sleep, I would miss all the wonderful things, nature has in store for me, so I try to stay awake and listen carefully. All I can hear is the sweet sound of love, penetrating my flesh, taking over my soul, bringing me the peace, I have been looking for. It is her desire to bring me joy in the morning, so I thank the night for Chopin and his music, for Orion’s belt and his arrows coloring the sky, and the gift of love I found in this peaceful moment. As the dawn arrives in her colorful glory, I pray that the peace of this night will remain, during every minute of this brand new day!
I close my eyes, allowing my breath, to flow fluently, in and out of my lungs. My mind eases, and my heart finds peace, in this moment. In my mind’s eye, a white lotus flower, slowly opens her petals, until she radiates, her unique beauty. Shades of silver and gold, form a curtain, around my soul, and my inner child, radiates like the sun. In this silent moment, of peaceful meditation, my soul opens, unfolding her petals, until the lotus within, shows her stunning beauty. In a loving embrace, I accept her, love her, and cherish her. For the first time, I see myself, exactly as I am, and I smile, with the deepest gratitude. I am a white lotus, radiant like the sun, with her petals, wide open!
Her heart is like an ocean without life, a deep black pool of nothing, who hungers for a coral reef, for turtles and fish in her sea. She hungers for surfers and swimmers, for boats sailing on her surface. She hungers for birds in the sky, that hunt for flying fish, jumping out of her water. She hungers for someone, to touch her skin until he sinks in, deep into the her essence. She longs for understanding, the problems that she brings, because so many ruined her waters, that she, herself, does not know, how she really has to swim, inside her own water reflection. She longs for someone, who will take the time, to dive deep inside of her, exploring ever corner of, her deep sea levels and coral reefs, researching the way to take care of her, when she can no longer do it herself. She longs for children, playing at the shore, dipping their little feet, in her shallow waters, until they learn how to swim, and they embrace her, with joy and laughter. Her heart longs for life, in that deep black pool of nothing, that never seems to end. And until then she dreams, of a life she has never seen, that is waiting for her, beyond the horizon.
A dove coos above my head, behind the orange and red sun blinds, where I cannot see him. I listen to his voice until he leaves, and wait for the tears to find my eyes. A love song that flies away on the wind, takes with her the beauty of the moment. I look into a black and white photograph, and see my ancestors neatly lined up, with my grandfather as a young boy, covered in his innocence, standing patiently on the side. What are the untold stories, that so many have forgotten to tell us, about the essence of our lives? What would they tell me, if I would ask them about the meaning, the only way to be happy in this life? I cannot tell myself this answer, because he died when I was too young, to understand the meaning of this question. To run or to hide is what I am asking now, as the storm rages all around me, but I stay until the eye of the tornado, hides me in the safest place of her womb. Paralyzed I hang in the air, like a numb paraglider who forgot his trade, and whose life is now at the mercy of God. But as I balance between life and death, I look at this astonishing sunset, to realize that this is only beginning. The songs of my ancestors have left me, the rhymes of my mother’s heart are fading, but the word of God still lingers in my soul where it lights up all the dark places. I look once more over my shoulder, to find the dove that reminded me of them, but she is long gone, and just like that I lose my balance, forced to choose between life and death. I let go and choose to live, because the stories of these ancestor, cannot end in this moment. So, I softly continue this love song, with the strength of my ancestors, safely hidden in my heart, and the love of God all around me.
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