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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This time
this realm
this warrior
in you
crafting the highest magic
out of love
honoring the alchemy
the understanding
that all that is
that all that becomes
that all that was
is unfolding
into the infinite dimensions of now
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The heart that opens
does not only give
it also receives
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Of all the states to travel
I linger in love
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