We begin our walk. At some point I pause, take a deep breath, and realize this walk has come to an end. The ending is very familiar, what comes next, less so.
As we grow older, we gather more experience, store many memories. We tend to get into habits, and develop predictable behavior.
Perhaps it feels comforting to know, so we can ease the transition from what has come to an end, to the new, that is yet to begin. Only, how can the new embrace you, when most of ‘you’ still hangs on to the old?
The absence of trust is a sticky affair. We find ourselves in situations, of compromising, complaining, avoiding, delaying; Or, little by little the precious cocoon, blessed by the light, gathers the courage and continues the strive.
You see, fear is like the air we breathe, it is and it isn’t. And so is the courage to acknowledge the fear and continue the next step. Somehow, something out of the unknown encourages us to do so.
Naturally, not forced. Because every event in the wild teaches us that each flower blooms when the plant is ready. Every chick is hatched at a perfect moment. Every drop of rain falls when the cloud is complete.
Society can be cruel; it makes it more challenging to remain true to oneself. When one doesn’t feel comfortable dancing to how one ‘should’ neither to how one ‘shouldn’t’. What if there’s a different, more wholehearted way I’m called to co-create this day?
I am not sure what got us to where we are. As a society. Seems to me the beauty we hunger for through the old revered statues and famous paintings is not the ultimate beauty our inner most self seeks to experience.
After all, isn’t it so, that the creator of every master piece fashioned his or her art as part of their own, direct experience of life. The outpour of inner beauty, is a testament of celebration, capturing the moment of precious realization.
So, at what point in history of mankind and in our life have we distanced ourselves so much, that we need to be reminded to return to the origins, and open up to more light.
Dare I ask an important question… Do you really need a candy to make you happy? Or, can you still recall the days of your childhood bliss when you were happiness incarnate, even when completely dependent, totally oblivious to what the future holds, with nothing but bare feet, sitting in the mud and smiling from your heart…
These are the healing powers of written words. They span beyond time and space. I choose to use them well.
There is sweetness in freedom of choice, With valor and beauty when following through.
You wish to live a life of service? May I ask: ‘Who are you serving?’
How much more will it take? How many more times will you strike with the spellbound knife, cut into humanity’s core, squint when our bodies bleed, until you realize you have been fooled…
Dear fellow soul, don’t you know?
Haven’t you realized by now? You can never quench the thirst for blood. It’s addictive, like opium and cocaine, it will suck you in like the sinking mud.
Be wise, choose well, dear friend. Two more weeks to Groundhog Day, when shadows go or shadows stay.
Be the warrior in your own light. Don’t make the same mistake twice. The innocent will have to pay the price.
One loving heart is all we need to stop the war. May that heart be yours.
Breath in and awaken all your bodily sense perceptions. Now imagine being lovingly kissed a thousand times. And a thousand more.
Just like the power of radiant sun rays, reflected through each and every living form, opening up to receive the morning blessings, may you too be blessed, as you open up to receive the effulgent beauty through your most beautiful, loving, dreamy eyes.
Feel it, receive it, love it, and shower your heart’s blessings to everyone & everything around you, as if there was no tomorrow.🌹🍯💞🙏🏼
Such magnificence by the ocean, So much aliveness in togetherness of folding and unfolding. From my heart to your heart. Longing – Yes, I too am longing.
My heart is swelling as I fly between two corners of the world, Filled with all your blessings. They carry me home – from your home to my home. I carry you home with every beat of my heart.
My heart beats with your heart wrapped in a cozy warm blanket. I savour the precious, the sacred, the magic.
My muse, my source of inspiration! Yes, you are my elevation.
I move with you on a dance floor, together and apart. I hold your essence; I hold it closest to my heart.
I fold towards my heart like the petals of a rose fold in at night. Oh, the sweet fragrance of your hearts. I close my eyes, my body sways. I move, I am moved inside out, together and apart.
Dancing with the Sun Rays Tickling the Ocean Waves… all Across the Seven Seas
The moment when the two opposites meet and greet. In the twinkling of an eye, swept away by the palpable attraction, two bipeds, taken over by the spell of nature, they initiate a honey-sweet relation.
Until the mighty vigor of the fire clashes against the unsurmountable force of water. Like the sun and the ocean, endlessly romancing, the waves never stop bouncing.
The fire and water, somehow, find the most unusual ways to embrace. Guiding our own primordial forces, inviting us to express ourselves, to dance.
Yet, we, tiny-vast-human beings. with all our aspirations, shortcomings, anticipations, projections, and tone of reactions. We struggle when our substratum is still full of air bubbles.
How can fire continuously burn and glow, how can water shine and flow if the foundation cannot sustain the force of its own creation?
So much interference, obstruction, resistance, arrogance, pride, with a lack of integrity, humility, and pure love is gone, with the flickering shadow caused by the passing gust of wind.
Still, in their own unique ways, both fire and water continue to rise, from within.
To guide us, to lead the way toward the horizon. There – we meet again. After all the struggles we had to face, to understand, to overcome, to rise above, to arrive at the place where the Sun Rays tickle the Ocean Waves. free to play, to dance, embrace, and romance.
A blissful sight to behold, so innocent and tender sweet – the heart expands, begins to sing.
If only we are blessed to see, and realize how exquisite, how precious, how fragile Life is.
Gratitude to Fire, Wind, and Water. To all the elements on Earth.
Let us never forget that we owe it all to Mother Nature. All of our blessings, all of our lives and dreams.
One can never be entirely sure how the day is going to unroll.
It can start off as a simple, well intended, clear my mind from all the busy thoughts afternoon walk.
Before the clock strikes five, I hear the thunder. I turn around, the lightning fires up my spine.
On the sacred spot, beside my favorite rock.
I stand there, seeking refuge, pouring out my prayers, my gratitude. To everything and everyone I have ever been blessed by.
To my numinous fellow travelers. So many of you have carried me through. Many of our paths have parted, as we journey on, each responding to the whispers of our soul.
I am a tapestry of moments, woven together by the threads of my life’s components. The sum of all your smiles, your tears, envies, desires, shames and blames, resentments, appreciations, admirations.
All of it, combined together with the hint of your trust, your joy, your fear, your love. All of it, without a twine of doubt.
I am wrapped in the cloak, woven by all of your strings.
Yet, underneath that cloak I wear, remains the untouchable, unclad, timeless me. The one wearing the cloak that soaked it all in.
Lightning may strike. Suddenly emerged from the shrouded azure hue.
To shake me, to wake me, to ruffle my feathers, reminding me of what truly matters.
Especially on days when the cloak feels so dreadfully weary and heavy to carry. Like a beacon of much needed light, sending a few wake-up shivers up and down my spine.
Would I be here if it wasn’t for the love of some kind?
Would there be anything or anyone in this glorious world, if it wasn’t for the sacred binding force that holds us all together?
The sky alight with bolts of fire, what secrets does the universe conspire?
A perfectly timed prompt, reminding me to humble down, to count my blessings, to celebrate, appreciate the life I own. I must respond. Because I am the only one who knows. The only one who can. With love, gratitude, fortitude, and grace.
There is a source of immense power you have access to, through yourself, at any given moment in time. Only if you dare to believe…
You need to find courage, extend your trust that you can, and you will.
How else could you have come this far in life? Every single day. Step by step, you knew that you could, since the moment you took your very first step.
Perhaps you were lucky and have been graced by the support from those precious ones on your way.
A nudge, a wink, a few encouraging words or a heartfelt hug. It might have been your teacher or a good friend, who extended his or her strong belief that you can. And you did! Such is the force of love, courage, true friendship, and trust— They move mountains inside out. when you dare to believe.
I know you can. You know you can. You did it before. Therefore, by the power of Grace, you will do it again!
While finishing this beautiful poem I was thinking about courage. Courage cannot be fabricated. When in the presence of a person who lives a life of integrity and authenticity I get a very special kind of sensation that moves me from within – a palpable, tangible experience that penetrates beyond mental precept. The air around such an individual is denser, for they radiate a special kind of charisma and stamina that sets them apart from the rest. They have achieved a very high level of integration and are pretty much consistently living a life of inner peace, and harmony. They are content with what life presents to them. Such is the power of the force of the Self. Being aware, living a fairly simple yet noble life, being of service, being grateful, forgiving, understanding, kind, wise, loose in opinions. Live and let live, with an open mind and a soft heart. It’s a new day, a new dawn and such is my insight of today. May it be blessed.
The old is coming to an end— the ancient one gripping tight, as if nothing else matters.
As the grip of the old tightens, the new can sense the waning hour of its rustic power. The old knows, as soon as it lets go, it has to give its final blessing, that bit we call farewell.
The splendid bull is standing on the plateau, faced towards the sun, rising from horizon.
The first few rays spill into the ocean, just before the sun is up, above the skyline. That breathless moment, when existence appears to be standing still…
The ancient and the new. A mystery as old as time. What have I to learn from all that is passing by?
Decay, death, birth, a new start.
I give my gratitude to all that is fading away, burning out, passing on its final emanating surge of power, just before it’s time to give it up.
It’s time to give it up! Your time, your rule, your reign is over.
An ocean of valuable lessons, overflowing generosity, kindness and good deeds… All of it going towards new, fresh seeds. It’s time to let go, graciously.
Out of the old roots grow the new shoots. Come spring, watch the glory unfold in its full swing.
Roaring fireplace, several soft cushions, the sound of crackling firewood, a copper flask of water and myself, gazing towards the blazing fire as it eats the wood away, sending vital heat my way.
Holding my favorite pen, I etch the final few pages of my fifth notebook of this twilight year.
May the New Year be blessed with infinite inspiration, joy, and strength as we navigate through distinct moments: joyful, challenging, struggling, healing, messy, exiting, sad, hungry, happy. May we learn, may we grow and become wiser, suppler, more caring, and stronger as we bravely sail on.
Nine billion of us, drumming the same beat – together. I chiseled out the following few verses for you, for me, for us all.
Let’s get this vibe right. Gently close your eyes, breathe in and out.
Only this time, breathe through your heart.
If you feel the sudden twitch, it’s alright. Take a deep sigh of relief – that’s a good start.
And so it begins… My story is but one of billions of stories unfolding in this moment of time. There are many common themes we share. This one is about love and acceptance. It’s how it all begins, with the sweet, loving fragrance called life.
Yet, I’m always seeking something more, wondering: What am I here for? What have I got to give that can be lovingly received? How can I best serve in this life?
Am I not enough the way I am? The question – at times it feels intense. Is it possible to feel too much? So much, it sometimes drives me nuts…
We all come with a safety switch, just like the fuse box comes with the home. When the surge gets too strong, the room yields to the absence of light.
When it’s nighttime, it gets dark inside out.
I know that too well; I can also switch off, going from one extreme to nothing at all in my own magnetic field. Thank God for the impeccable heartbeat; it knows how to drum on its own will.
I closed the doors on countless dreams, and shattered futures, or so it seems, out of worry, out of fear. Worry and fear, a deadly weight can stop the flow, and seal our fate.
I need to let go of my compulsion to control, being hesitant with the unfamiliar, the unknown. The lasting imprints of past events can make us fight or run away.
In the moment when I’m about to fade, the lighting strikes… I get an insight.
I recall that there’s a different, lighter way to take. I can breathe through my heart, and vibrate in a different way. It’s not how I was programmed to respond, it’s what I was truly meant to be. If you know what I mean… There’s a way to be. I know it well; it’s always been there.
Light is right and often, less is more.
I’ve always been grateful for guidance and words of wisdom but I no longer seek gurus to define my way. because I am ‘the way’. The wisdom of ages is inherent in us all. Through billions of us, it flows, when we open up and trust the synchronous flow.
As I remember and hum these sacred words every hour of my day, both fight and flight begin to fade away. A kind, loving, receptive heart is what sets me free.
I thank you for hearing me out, for receiving me, with your open heart. By being received, I’m able to give, to feel and to heal.
I am not just an inept kid I was once thought to believe. Each child holds treasures, precious and rare, a heart that’s gentle, selfless, and fair, a spirit that’s caring, kind, and true, a gift to share, with me and you.
There are 9 billion of us, drumming the same beat, with 9 billion beautiful hearts, each moment, together, humming the sacred tune.
A symphony of notes is more enchanting than their parts. The union of souls, more powerful than each solitary heart.
Many of us were ‘encouraged’ to discover and engage in the act of most innocent deception of attracting much needed attention before we even became aware of what we were doing.
When you are a baby, you need attention, you need love, and recognition – you have the urge to know that you exist, that you’re real – which is all good, it’s part of an essential and healthy ego development. If the attention is not automatically given by our parents when we need it, for as long as we need it, we have no choice but to discover how to attract attention. That’s how we begin learning to manipulate energies and people around us. The story begins with a very special and simple kind of sound called ‘crying’.
For example, if you did not receive the attention needed from your mother when you were an infant, you had to figure out how to get her attention and eventually you discovered that making noise, i.e., crying, ruffles the feathers and achieves the intention.
Surely, that can be very confusing for parents – there is crying and there is crying. One is real (pain, discomfort, hunger), the other is also real, but intentional – there’s a subtle nuance that reveals the truth and only mothers who are very much connected and in tune with their babes will know exactly which cry is which. But not all mothers have the privilege or that kind of awareness. (Please note, there is no judgement, blame, or shame intended. Thigs are the way they are and everything is a subject of change.)
This is how manipulation became part of our identity, how it initially helped us attract attention and develop our personality. If you’re interested in this topic, tune into the interview about the importance of vegal theory and the co-regulation when mothering a child, which helps the child to learn about very important act of self-regulation. Knowing how to self-regulate gives a shared feeling of support and helps the child to develop the required neuroplasticity, i.e., the boldness, the strength required to courageously venture out to the world. (‘Trauma and the Nervous System’: Gabor Mate and Stephen Porges – see link below; Time stamp 33:30 – 36:05).
Nearly every mammalian child has 100% access to their mother for as long as they need her – apart from humans. Not that long ago – in hunter gathering societies – infants used to be attached to their mother for as long as they required their presence. Any other way seemed unnatural. Yet, when you look at our modern society, it is clear that infants and babies lack full access to their mother or father (mothering instinct occurs in both genders). Hence, most babies or children are literally ‘encouraged’ to find all sorts of ways of getting the much-needed attention.
Do they get it or not is a different story. Was it successful and fulfilling, or not? If unsuccessful, what kind of traumatic experiences did that leave in their psyche? What are the consequences?
It depends from one person to another, but the good news is, co-regulation happens in every stage of our life, hence we subconsciously seek intimate connection to other mammalians that help us self-regulate (well, that’s one of many reasons). Co-regulation happens when we are intimately connected to another mammalian – be it our partner, friend, or a pet.
Looking at the state of our society, the level of disconnect between people – many of us can not give up the need for attention, because it was never fully satisfied and we’re still trying to compensate for something that was never fulfilled. Hence, we crave and seek attention; we come up with all sorts of ways to attract other mammals – just like flowers attract insects to pollinate them and ensure their succession.
Think about the phenomena of social media – it seems to me, it was a natural consequence to develop a system that enables any kind of human interaction – however, I think it gives a false impression of receiving attention we deeply need. The number of likes and followers may boost our ego, but I’m not sure it satisfies what we truly seek. It’s important to be aware of it – else you can get lost – the path can easily lead you towards developing a new addiction.
We are human beings, we are fragile, yet incredibly resilient. We need attention, we need love, we need to be recognized for who we are. We also have a need to give attention, love, recognition to others. As long as you don’t build some fake identity of yourself, as long as you remain authentic, content with who you really are, you will be fine. Even if you end up having a million followers on your social media account or just a few. It’s all the same. Because you know yourself, and nothing, and no-one can ever change that.
Stay alert though. Be careful you don’t start bluffing, pretending to be something or someone you’re not, just because you think you will gain more traction and attention – you can slowly and surely get lost and drift away. That’s another well-known trap and the deeper you get into it, the harder it is to get out, which can turn into yet another level of misery. Here, I’m happy to share my mantra with you; you can trust me, it works: ‘Know yourself, be yourself, love yourself.’
Before I end, I invite you to try something out. Next time you receive attention, accept it with gratitude, don’t take it for granted – respond gracefully – pay it forward wholeheartedly! When someone talks to you, listen to them attentively, being fully present. This includes humans and mammals. Only with the attitude and intention that comes from your heart, can the much-needed healing of this deeply rooted, multigenerational issue, that humanity is currently facing, begin. Every intention counts.
