Upon the winds of time we sail, to know the heart of all who wail. It's because we are here to embrace our love, our pain, our sorrow, our joy within. And when we learn to show our love, then God is willing to show us heard. There deep inside the winds of time, we sail upon the hearts so blind. But now, it's all going to change, because our Heaven's pour out to sing, and we are going home this day, to show the world a better way!

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Saturday, September 25, 2010

Sometimes :))

Dreams become
lived reality

Sometimes
dreams are here
to teach

Sometimes
dreams are soap bubbles
as is said

Is this really so?

It is said
I am a dreamer
this is shown in my natal horoscope


I study in my dreams
I exercise in my dreams

This is
reality to me

Later on
I can
transfer this
utilize this

Sometimes
the dream space
gets a structure
that enter a creation
like here in a quilt
Sometimes
we see
because of all those dreams
only things
that carry fear

Must it be
that those fears
take over reality?

Are those fears
not just
conditionings
attachments to former experiences

Classifying because of former experiences

Often a classifying
not because of own experiences
but those that were read - heard

Why should I fear this?

What will this angst block off
what do I want to block off
or
does this angst only show up to me
because it wants to leave
when I finally
give it
my awareness
my mindfulness
welcomes it

Do I not want joy
what was it - is there any stored experencing
that takes off the joy of the each moment
that opens its abundance to me

Is it
the exhaustion
from the maintaining of all those musts and shoulds?

Is it the exhaustion
that nearly lets one brake
and so
banishes
all those beautiful enfolding moments (for goodness sakes)

Into
isolation

Spontaneity
with its rainbow-tears
in its colours
lets soften
this ice-olation

Softly and lovingly

Should I be gray
like this so called everyday of the mass

Or am I allowed
to spay
within the fullness of my being
all the colours into the day
to sing my song to this day

Oh
I must do this
in my spiral

Where and when past is where past
finally is allowed to be
in its each moments

Where future wants to develop

For
me

And it stands
where it wants to be
in its future moments

How could future
make its decision for me
when in now
I only show it fear and angst

Sow and see
into the momenets
all the colours
all the beauty
all the deliberateness
all the thankfulness

And invite
the grace
for me
for you
for us

And invite
all the healing
for me
for you
for us

Doubt
but leave all the judgements

Deep inside
the difference between
dream and reality
has been clear
since long time

The butterfly
flies into the dawning inner sun

The blossoming
of the purity
on the lotus leave
with the dew drop from the darkness

In the spectrum of your relationships
know the love
till the wings grow
into the freedom of full-filled-ness

Free of any expectations
free of any needs
free
for

Sharing of being
of the one
within the two
into the three
of the I am and the we are

Sharing universal unselfish love

Hahaha

Sometimes!

Yes

With
lots
of
joy
and
fun
and
and
and
and

Living laughing loving life

Grandfather Holy SPirit
elder white person, perfect storm
living the essence
that bubbles from within

Blessing the nine directions in you my Relatives
Von Holy Spirit Sails Across the Seas Piccassa Album

Fire Blessings Purify
 

Upon the winds of time we sail, to know the heart of all who wail. It's because we are here to embrace our love, our pain, our sorrow, our joy within. And when we learn to show our love, then God is willing to show us heard. There deep inside the winds of time, we sail upon the hearts so blind. But now, it's all going to change, because our Heaven's pour out to sing, and we are going home this day, to show the world a better way!

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