Whispers of Light

 

Sun rises over and over, brightening with light, the infinite realms of life.

Sun sets over and over, allowing the realms of life to bathe in contemplating silence.

Awakening thoughts from inside and outside.

Creating new realms you call days.

Creating new realms you call nights.

Creating new realms you call dreams.

Continuing experiences of a traveler.

Wondering always, about the why, how, who, where, when.

 

Curious on existence itself,

Curious on how to ride upon clouds in the wind or sail over the waters,

Curious by the nature of events, endlessly unfolding,

Curious for what is next to see and feel,

Curious of the multitude of futures.

 

Birth from new. Birth of dreams.

The existence is opening the gates for the unknown.

Letting freely subtle whispers, carrying the messages of awakening,

Forgotten language of the self, of the one.

 

They look for the sparks of light,

They follow sparks of life,

To pure hearts they go,

Touching the very essence of you.

 

“Whispers and not words.

As words cannot describe and whispers cannot be heard.

With your whole, you can listen and can understand.

Hidden senses, let them open.

 

Dimming lights you appear to be. Know that inside of you this never happens.

Know you are always bright. Know you are light. Know you ARE. Know you exist.

The dreams do not matter. You do. You.

 

These are rays of light, whispers of forgotten language,

Truth givers, veil melters, harmonizers,

Healers.

 

The glowing. From head to toes.

Flowing. Flowing.

Clearing, Healing, Empowering.

Inspiring again the hidden eyes.

Empowering again the truthful voice.

Healing again the pure heart.

Calming again the pool of thoughts.

Nourishing again the fruits that give life.

Feeling restful, feeling strong.

The glowing. Fully rejuvenate.

 

 

 

Life. Creation.

Passing. Destruction.

A wheel of the two presented was,

Yet within yourself there is something else,

You focus, you breathe, you listen.

 

For you, the ones that write,

Through channels the traveler flies,

Allowing to rest at certain stars,

Breathing in and out coloured experiences.

 

For you, the ones that read,

The harmony bends and the pendulum does not rest,

Allow yourself to expand, allow yourself to be,

The planes of life and dreams will be most welcome.

 

For you, the ones that live.

Thoughts are powerful and you are their guide,

The flow for life goes first through the architect’s plans,

Made are these, by the thoughts of the guide.

 

For you, the ones that listen,

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