Mind and soul

Time to liberate, meditate, find assertiveness.

Be grateful for the air that I’m breathing, the words that I’m speaking, the souls that I’m meeting. I lose myself in the concepts that I find. I float with my dreams in the middle of the night. I appreciate a green leaf and the blueness of the sky, sometimes dark, sometimes bright.

Life, was once black and white.

I was a fish in an aquarium with limited space – now? Now I face a limitless ocean of experience and grace. I embrace the unknown and I gently run, or actually walk, my race. With no competition or sense of restriction.

I see magic in the very tiny little things, or better in miracles – nothing particularly has changed, besides my insides, those after grief and pain have never been the same. I see it as some sort of destruction so a building with bricks of goodness could take place.

Had a cosmic conversation with the moon last Wednesday, she passed the phone to her maker. I told Him I was confused but okay… “okay” in my terms, I should say. I cried and I bet she did too, I believe she’s got the fullness and the empathy to not leave me alone in that conversation of two.

The moon is a good third party.

I constantly wonder what to do, what to do, what is right, what is wrong, but ethics never allows me to be that plain and narrow. I’ve got to go deeper, deeper – put the universe in the midst of all my sorrow and decisions.

The sun’s in Virgo, I’ve lit the candle, asking my soul where her mate is? She doesn’t know. My intuition says “no”. Moving on and walking away are synonyms to burning bridges and I’m not quite sure I have enough fire for that.

Nature engages with my being. The sand on my feet have existed before I was living.

Poetry, sweet art of design, words were created for creation. Words were created to resuscitate my imagination.  

If I say 3 wishes oh sun, will you tell your maker? He knows love is top 1 in the agenda. If  say 3 wishes oh moon, will you tell your maker? He knows stability is the craving of my bones. If I say 3 wishes oh stars will you multiply the last one into hundreds so all the voices in my head get to pick one?

Is that too much to ask?

Can a girl not want everything? When a wave crashes we don’t blame her for her intensity – we expect it. When she’s calm and feels like a hug we just smile. When she comes strong with a sense of hurricane we just dive right in, head in, the legs will follow. Throw ourselves against the high tide, life is happening, not worth to hide.

Time to liberate, meditate, find assertiveness.

And hopefully love on the way…