Only alone
in Silent Stillness
I hear
the speaking
of the soul
In silent Stillness
deep Depth is
bottomless
motionless
present
as
I AM …

You are alive
and I love you
You are not here
and I love you
You died
and I love you
You live in me
and I love you
You are
my memory
my thought
my feeling
You are me
and I am you …

Don’t pretend yourself
Beyond your own evolution
And do not ever stop
being curious
about who you really are …

Grateful
for what I AM
for what I do
for what I feel
Grateful
for the lessons
for the realizations
for the transformations
happening in Me
Grateful
for the expectations
for the ideas
for the thoughts
shared in Me
Grateful
for the patience
for the attention
for the closeness
present in Me
Grateful for Me …

The more diseases we discover
The more pathogens we find
The more we come to realize
That the body will die
The desire to be immortal
The desire to live a long life
The desire for health
Originate from the intuitive feeling
That there is some”thing” in us
That is immortal
This some”thing” is not a thing
It has no qualities you can perceive
It is always present and aware
It never leaves you
What is the “thing” that is always there?
What was there when you were
a child
a teenager
a grown up
a senior
When you were
happy or sad
sick or healthy
stressed or relaxed?
The “I” was and is always there
And you can call “Me”
God
Mystery
Awareness
Consciousness
The Great Unknown
I have no name
I have no form
and yet
I have all names
I have all forms
And I
Am
the Love
with
which
you
Love
Life …

Imagine
one name
one word
for all multiplicity and diversity
of all creation
Imagine
no I and the world
no you and me
just one radiant experience
of all creation
Imagine
one name
one word
God,
Consciousness,
Awareness,
I
for all creation …
Sometimes
the wounds
are touched
by vibrant ripples
in a conversation
It feels like
tingelings
and tears may drop
and in the heart
they drop on softness
It does not feel like trauma
it does feel more
like little kisses
caressing ancient scars
of what has been
It makes it easier
to feel the pain of them
who still have open wounds
and hurt and hurt and hurt
Come sit with me
and give your wounded heart
I will caress it
and will only leave
when time has come
for you
to leave …