In this healing
of
being
present
being
expansive
being
true
being
you
the poetry of being in the healing ever expanding in presence of truth of presence
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Being healing in presence
A purple sky
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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In between
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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Transcendence
To transcend
is
to love
as love
transcends
all
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