Woken up in the middle of the night
Divided between this deep inside so pure, so soothed
And these doubts, these fears on the surface
Who keep me awake.
What to do ?
…
Gold through my white curtains
Magic is everywhere
Light between half-closed blinds
It is so simple
No more dramas
No more intrigue
…
Revelations and truth
Woke up earlier
Faith is born and built
In the midst of fatigue, insomnia
I write on a dead tree
The feel of the paper under my hand is soft
The smell of wood is good
But my love for trees is greater
I love them and I want them to stay alive.
They talk to us, they protect us.
Healing…
So what to write about?
Where, in what to sleep?
Ingenuity has no limits,
In intuition, we are capable of the greatest.
We are born free and equal
Before God, the Universe, the Absolute, the Infinite
We are Love.
Air, Earth, Water and Fire are free
For everyone
Earth is my home.
Living in Mars ?!
Looking elsewhere without seeing the treasure before our eyes!
Insane !
Vanity. Blindness.
Strange human creatures
Capable of everything
Blessed
But a big responsibility
Vulnerable and strong in Faith.
Getting out of madness to enter Consciousness.
Peace.
Ta2-22
(Written in February 2019)
