the silence, the emptiness
caressing the mind
here and there random
thought form, impulse
a wave of bliss
passing through
softly
alertness one moment
close to sleep the next
stillness unmoved
just the slow breath
lifting the ribs
feeling of nothingness
connected to the whole
falling
inside an eruption
fire flowing
in a stream
no resistance
freedom
instead
start the day by giving thanks
all what happens has a value
when we appreciate what came our way
we bring forth energies of higher realms
to cooperate with our desires
with the attitude of gratitude
a stinging nettle burning the skin
also provides its healing properties
for our body’s health benefit
step into the magical world
where all turns to gold
all we need is to have
a clean mirror of perception
strong and clear presence
at the forefront of the third eye
stay inside and see through
what is real and what an illusion
allow me to ponder
the living art
of reading bodies
greatly overlooked
for its accuracy
what forms the body
is our mental chatter
reoccurrence of feelings
when we meet new person
we know instantly
who they are
before they talk
shaping the formless
embodying the emotions
hands holding trauma
shoulders carrying
weight of the world
legs the support structure
of the living energy
skin thin easy to get under
the reason we often wish
to change our body is
due to our incongruent
thoughts, words and actions
we feel we should look one way
yet the reflection in the mirror
speaks volumes of how
we truly function inside
brave up and
embrace ourselves
just the way
we are
perfect
for spotify subscribers – the poem above read by the author
eternity since
the doors opened
still waiting at the sill
shivering I
to enter or to run
hide or reach within
pull on all the strengths
walk through
into the unknown
vulnerable
trusting in the good
the magic unfolds
at times glimpses
of infinity and love
preserving them
a desired skill
more than not
there are moments
defining the past
and fears that scream
into the future
a new chapter
every day
an opportunity
to transform
oneself
into love
awaits
recording of the above poem read by the author
