A conversation with the sacred – Listening to the stones – Crystal Grid Healing
The beauty we are
the life we contain
the blessing we carry
the tenderness we possess
the wonder we hold
the joy
the divine
the sacred
the love
let us wear it on our sleeves
for us to remember
and forget what is not
as a reminder
tattooed through the bones
that
to love
is more
than to live or die
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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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Of all the visions you hold
may it be
together
the stories of the future
are told
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In the movement of life
it was pure
the wave of love
raising the field into a calm
fearless
and widely inviting all of it
even the hurt and harm
melting it into a soft surrender
tumbling away from the pain
to a gentle colliding
and to meet with the stars again
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To have taken residence
in the heart
of the matter
all possibilities
are in reach
of the seen and the unseen
and anything in between
stretching being
into
one
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