Until the whole self is purified
may it burn all
that does not belong
that does not serve the whole
to render home in the cosmic blueprint
the balance of what is
torn from what was only holding on
exploring what lies beneath the illusions
fathoming the faults
rendering death gently to the core’s light
understanding the architect of life is one’s own
at the still point of the unseen
seek for the transformers of existence
measuring the illusion of scarcity
fly along with them
and ground the very soul of you
along the lines of the sun
manifesting what you brought from eons gone
The silence is present.
It is a sacred space.
A realm where nothing one says would add value.
The gathering that speaks in a thousand of symphonies.
Mindlessly, mindfully…not of this time nor space.
An assembly of masters.
in surrender to the highest
and in a deep bow of gratitude.
An eruption of energy,
an embrace with eternity,
an energetic force field taking you along the edges,
and the depths.
It is a journey embracing you into reality,
welcoming you to the essence,
our very soul.
Life when it is love.
All of the healing wishes entered the circle
and as if in an ancient whisper
that would layer down the blessing
protecting the core
love encompassed the whole