We Live, We Love, We Learn

Soaring Eagle

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 shivers
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.
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.

Where do lovers stand? The rare breed, the visible, glowing few, the chosen ones soaked in love? Do they even get a chance? How long before the world rips it out of their core, like a vulture rips out the heart of the carcass… out of now empty, rotting body, left beside the busy road. Once a temple, adorned, filled with grace, love, and life, and now… different story takes place. Though, the vulture appears grateful & content. Such is the cycle of life; I suppose.

Only by being fully present, vigilant & always maintaining pure heart, we get to weave our golden thread of love, make it stronger. Ever so lovingly, never in haste, out of caution or fear, else we get all tangled up. Then, the whole affair becomes a mess, it’s no longer fun.

Love is a free spirit, the freest, most demanding of them all. It commands our full attention; it requires us to surrender. Love can never be managed or conquered; let that false thought and habit go. Stay humble, forever grateful, be present, trust entirely. When you learn to easily surrender to love, it gives you wings. You grow stronger, see clearly, you simply know, and you no longer get so easily shaken or feeling lost. May we all rise above and soar like eagles across the endless blue sky.


Infinity of 9

I haven’t written much in the past few days. My mind was in a bit of a turmoil.

And when I feel my mind is not as clear as the sky, my heart not as pure, open, flowing as it could and should be, I can not and I do not write. It would not be fair to you, me dumping my burdensome mind to you. It is not my style.

I choose carefully what I give, I am aware of what you receive. There is enough fallacy, misery, and regurgitation in this world as it is. I call it mental masturbation. If it doesn’t add value needed for a healthier balance of this world today, I process it by myself first, and only come out when I’m clear.

When we share the very best of ourselves we offer our greatest service and gift to this world. That is exactly what is needed the most.

As one of my teachers at Schumacher college used to say – half baked bread will give you indigestion.

I don’t want to do that, because I know what cramps caused by indigestion feel like. What kind of human would I be if I did that? The kind of human I choose not to be.

My gift, here and now should bring out the very best in you and through you. I believe, I know, words woven in such mode have immense power to capture your attention, to touch and move your heart, and to transform the way you are as a being in this world. Just like a very special music and art. Your heart knows very well what I’m talking about.

But only when you start looking in nature for inspiration, the place where it all begins to unfold – everything you get to experience, see, hear, and feel. Perfect art, music, science; an absolute harmony of perpetual symphony.

I watched the beautiful story about a Man who chooses to live in such harmony. His romance with numbers, with dolphins, fractals, patterns, flowers, connection to the wisdom of the infinity of possibilities, kindness of his heart, depth of his compassion moved my heart. His ability in staying grounded and humble despite all the riches of his brilliant mind. His understanding of life is profound.

It inspires me to think about the kind of art I choose to engage with. I expect nothing less from myself when it comes to what I am compelled to share with this world of infinite possibilities. Each moment is a choice, so let’s choose well my friends.

Thank you Michael.

‘Evolution is a process of iteration. There is no plan. It’s in each moment of what happens. My life is a process of iteration.’ (Michael)’

So much for today