It is only by grounding our awareness in the living sensation of our bodies that the 'I Am,' our real presence, can awaken.
Here we are suspended, floating.
We appear and dissapear as clouds without anyone noticing.
Nostalic feelings invade us deeply from within.
Here they are, almost all the time.
Trying to be present, without being.
Quieting our mind, our fear from that noice coming from without.
That noice that brings us back.
To those times where we were who we think we were.
That noice that reminds us of those dreadful times.
Back to what was before we remembered who we are.
Where is the magic that comes from within?
Where is the magic that guides us, leads us, and shows us our way?
It is utterly dissapointing to imagine that nothing will ever change.
That nothing has changed, despite us not being the same.
That we are back to what we were.
Here we are again.
Conscious, alert, in vigil, feeling everything, grasping to the here and now.
Letting things unfold the way they are supposed to be.
Vulnerable, with a busy mind and an open heart.
Receptive to feel everything as it is, despite the pain, the hurting, the noice.
Letting it all be.
Breathing.
Exhausted.
Breathing.
Pausing.
Breathing, without wanting to.
Loving with all our hearts.
Our soul speaks through the songs that find their way to our ears.
They speak tous and we listen.
Our soul sings to the lyrics that come from within.
Music, consolation, inspiration.
They all walk alongside.
We never walk alone.
They are always within.
As is the love and blessings from our tribe.
We are all one.
I believe so, and do it/
Yo lo Creo
As we are, being one, being LOVE. Trust and keep on ❤️