A conversation with the sacred – Listening to the stones – Crystal Grid Healing
The wind blows my words to you
and somehow it seems to
unveil the stories of yourself to you
and I remain somewhere in the shade
watching the light unravel its rays
coming out
it voices the cries
of reminiscence
of recognition
of knowing it all without knowing why
and the moment when the wind brings rain
the thunder rises to a purple sky
I can reassure you
there is more poetry to convey
in the darkest of the storms
not by my words
but by your light
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So here we are
in between the states of alteration
in the zero point
where all possibility is born
and here in this moment
when all is yet unspoken
it is love to which all belongs
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To transcend
is
to love
as love
transcends
all
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In the cradle
folded in time
unloosened by birth
the wonder of all
carried by life and all its beings
and as if in an assembly of the powers that are to be
they are looking now at you
to rise
to align
to be who you are
an invitation open to love
and of all the deaths you have died before
this is living
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The unspeakable wisdom that settles
in the dust of our being
the inexplicable
to seize
what opens up inside of us
crawling from the depths of our very existence
silently whispering
let us be the beloved to love
let us love and be loved
and all will be moved
in between
for all
to become
what is
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Love is all of us
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