Here and now
‘To Black River, Black Rock & Red Flow-er’
May I be…
Soft and fluid like water,
Strong and solid as a rock,
A blessing, like a flower.
Open, like the sky,
Generous and warm, like the Sun,
Playful, like the wind.
Curious, always curious,
like a little green river frog.
And may I always know,
that I am a part of the flow.
And so it is.
Our hearts are incredibly strong, and that’s exactly what makes them equally vulnerable.
The magic, the power that holds love together is very delicate. Yet, its unusual strength appears to be of one single invisible thread.
Try not to temper with such fragile, life force energies. It causes disturbance in the heart. All it takes is one small alteration and the blessing can be gone.
Such a fine-tuned frequency, razor sharp clarity is easily gone if one does not fully surrender. If we try to interfere with the forces beyond our understanding. It frightens me – that a tiny mind influenced modification can cause such a turmoil.
Love has the power to heal,
to release the tears of joy, dread, or grief;
The intensity of the heart,
makes the feelings alive.
We play, we resist,
we surrender to its magic.
We stumble, we learn
to grow wiser, stronger, more loving.
When I start to quiver,
if my voice begins to shiver
and I end up in tears,
hold me closer to your heart, my heart.
I hold you and you hold me.
until tears dry out.
Until it’s time to let go.
My fire, your fire;
My kiss, your kiss.
I am your part, as you are a part of me.
The bond, the thread between the two is strong;
It runs deep.
Come closer,
take a sip.
It’s so easy to forget, to get lost in this world filled with mind driven activities, goals, expectations, distorted priorities, packed schedules, disturbances, jealousy, resentment, crude power, fear mongering, acidic anger, caustic sadness, chaos, and confusion. In this day and age, it often feels, as if almost everyone is so love deprived, they just want to squeeze out every ounce of you once they sniff out the irresistible life force. As soon as they get a chance. Can’t blame them. It’s what starvation does to us, human beings with gentle hearts and mighty souls.
Love is a free spirit. It commands our full attention; it requires us to surrender. Love can never be managed or conquered. Stay humble, forever grateful, be present, trust entirely. When you learn to surrender to love, it gives you wings. You grow stronger, see clearly, you simply know. May we all rise above and soar like eagles across the endless blue sky.
