Potential.

You took me on a journey through our galaxy and beyond.

I saw, that what I am, is raw potential.

Never a fixed something, but a dynamic everything!

Always moving, always changing.

Continually creating new constellations, in the pattern of creation.

Patterns within patterns, within patterns, within patterns.

Radiating like a trillion of the brightest of diamonds.

Playfully repeating itself in endlessly new constellations.

A vibrant, living, symphony of frequency.

Never a fixed something, but a dynamic everything!

I saw, that what I am, is raw potential.

Not a potential to become something.

But potential because of the potency of Source.

I saw, that what I am, is raw potential.

I saw and I bowed.

Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

Through The One all things come into being.

Through The One all things come into being.

Not one thing comes into being except through The One.

The One;

“I create matter, in such a fashion, that its nature is empty. This is so that you human, when identifying with matter, experiences such profound emptiness, that you, in your anguish, will search relentlessly,  until you find your source.

But to find Source, you have to develop an organ of exceptional sensitivity to the subtle.

Explore with the innocence and imagination of a child, how this can be done.

Begin by a determined yet soft, always deepening,

listening, to the stillness in all things.

This will, in time, have all but Source fall away.”

I;

“When I close my eyes and touch the inside of my palm, with my fingers,

it is you, who is touching me.

Not one thing comes into being, except through You.

When my breath deepens and intensify,

You are the movement behind the air, that finds its way, down to my lungs and back out, through my parted lips.

Not one thing comes into being except through You.

Through You all things come into being.”

Potential.

You took me on a journey through our galaxy and beyond.

I saw, that what I am, is raw potential.

Never a fixed something, but a dynamic everything!

Always moving, always changing.

Continually creating new constellations, in the pattern of creation.

Patterns within patterns, within patterns, within patterns.

Radiating like a trillion of the brightest of diamonds.

Playfully repeating itself in endlessly new constellations.

A vibrant, living, symphony of frequency.

Never a fixed something, but a dynamic everything!

I saw, that what I am, is raw potential.

Not a potential to become something.

But potential because of the potency of Source.

I saw, that what I am, is raw potential.

I saw and I bowed.

Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

Listen

LISTEN

When I really listen
There is a stop.
A complete absence of thought.
As if the hole world and everything in
It, has vanished.
Gone.

Ever so gently
I fall into softness.
And keep falling
Through realms of silky softness.
Love is the movement.
Listening deep

Is the how.

Please listen.

Pearls of joy.

 

Being in your presence

is like experiencing an expanded version of myself.

You put into words, what I somehow know already, but do not understand and certainty do not live.

It is joyful to me.

Your words seems to flow from the Source of all things created.

And the intimacy!

When you look into my eyes and speak those words!

It is as if we are moving as one.

And the sense of profound Meaning!

It feels like The Meaning of life itself has taken form

in the shape of your words.

I am grateful.

I am joyful.

Your words is like pearls on a string.

Pearls of joy.

And Meaning is the string, holding them together.

Tiniest molecules of water, air and sunlight

are what your pearls are made out of.

To my taktile senses

your pearls have such substance.

Yet they are so delicate.

Delicacy tingles throughout all of my bodies

as a festival of recognition.

Thank you

to your 

Pearls of joy.

Un conditional Love

Me; “I never expected you to love me.

Less so, that you would love me unconditionaly.

I didn’t, in my wildest imagination,

not for one second think,

that you would show up.

For me!

Yet, here you are.

Your face!

Your eyes!

Your body!

It is as if,

all the partikles in your exsistence,

are made out of light.

You glow!

Waves of your love,

Engulfs me absolute.

You love me!”

You; “You knew that I would show up.

You called for me and you meant it.

Whenever anyone calls for me,

I will come.

That was not an empty promise.”

Me; “I am sorry.

Truly.

Forgive me, but I don´t have the gift of trust or intellect.

I think that I was just playing.

You know, when a child plays a game, secretly wishing it is real.

When I was my mothers and my fathers child,

I called out from love.

They did not respond.

It was as if, the warmth of life itself,

was not there.

They must have forgotten about you.

It confused me.

Then I called for you.

Out of love.

I called for you.

Not knowing what I did.

A spontaneous and selfish act, of a, not fully grown human being.

Since you turned up,

I have always wondered;

How is it possibel to love,

when one,

have not been loved oneself?

Before you came,

I didn’t know.

I knew the Word and I thought, that I knew the feeling.”

You; “Ahh! The unloved ones.

You are everywere,

but espescially here.

Looking for what you think, you have lost.

Feeling ashamed.

Trying to hide from the world and me.

Mostly hiding from yourself.

Thinking you are the lost ones.

The ache in your hearts,

The cold in your bones,

And the hunger in your belly,

will not leave you alone,

until you have found,

what you are looking for.

You think you special.

I am not saying this to be cruel.

I am cruelty itself.

And don´t think,

that it is compasion,

disquised as hate.

Hate, is when the abiture of perception, is closed.

I am compassion.

You have wondered,

how it is possibel,

to love,

when you have not been loved.

Allow me; “Would love, look for itself?”

Download.

Effertlessly so,
I open up my everthing to you.
I have done the hard Work.
With great honersty.
I have done everthing within my power and I have and pleaded, with The Great All, to do what I can´t do myself.
Through our connection, I feel answered.
Now you gracefully do what needs to be done.
With susch tenderness and precision,
you seem to pull old software out of me.
And I get the oddest sense, of a computer, that is being downloaded into.
There is abosolutly no ground left underneath me.
I am holdning on to nothing.
There is only you.
There is only what moves through you, to me.
We are absorbed into eachother and everthing,
that was standing apart from you,
lays down,
once and for all.
Effertlessly so.
Love wants it.
Love wants me and I, it.
Nothing more.
Nothing less
I sense a shift.
As I am an open empty vessel,
every cell,
every atom, within and without,
is becoming,
loves essence.
It is tangeble.
The substance of love,
is rich and full,
like the purest, golden honey and it opens up,
from within, the core of everthing.
I become aware,
that it has been there,
all this time.
It is the source of everything.
I feel like,
all is coming into one.
There is sameness.
Thousend of heat particles,
comes of your presence and connects with thousand of heat partices,
coming of my presence.
The same way,
that sensitive fingertips,
can touch eachother,
our particles,
touches each other and love follows through.
Love follows through,
all the way from the innermost,
to the outermost and back again.
Simular to pollination,
everyone in the room,
is touched,
by what is taking place.
Consciouness expands.
There is more room,
than ever,
for true being,
to live through us all.

Look into my eyes

Look into my eyes

and

keep looking.

What do you see?

Whatever you see, move further and keep looking.

Dive into my eyes.

Dive into my eyes with all of you.

No!

I said – with ALL of you.

Whatever thought, feeling, sense, comfort or discomfort you experience –

keep looking.

Keep diving.

Do not stop.

Move forward- as if -it is a matter of life or death.

Because it is.

And deep down – you know this.

Look into my eyes.

I can breathe again!

I can breathe again!

Yeah!

I am Back!

Hallelujah!

My body draws a deep sigh

and

everything relaxes profoundly.

Thank God!

Joy has no end!

Dance with me.

Sing with me.

Please!

I beg of you.

Rejoice, in this, with me!

A body without oxygen, circulating through its bloodstream, is dead!

Do you not see that?

Do you not see the reason for exploding in happiness?

With me!

I can breathe again

and

I want to breathe,

together,

with you dear.

I love you.