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The many divisions.

Find a way to recognize the bright sea around us. And gently move with its currents towards more balance each time. To feel how everything flows through everything in the presence of all of us. Let’s call ourselves Us for a second.—galactic independence day? Is that the right word? In-dependence. Not dependant anymore. But that’s an illusion, the problem was always a lack of togetherness. So we see ourselves further separated left to conquer our battles.

We don’t acknowledge that we’re very dependant. And recognizing that should be a thing of mindful care. A thing of tenderness, to be a whole Earth again and broadcast it to the everything, so it flows yet again through everything. This time we will be paying attention. Is that the “expectant attention” concept reviewed? Perhaps, but calling specifically to the brightest more sincere side of our being.

Words are not my words, words are just the strings out of which any tune can be played.
I can be sincere with momma therefore I can be sincere with the world, the mother Earth. Momma taught me how to be a teacher.
Sitting on top of Pluto we begin to recognize the music of each of the spheres. We perceive the symphony from the farthest place we’ve touched. From outside we move back into the inside towards the core of the Sun. we hear the music bounce off of the rest of the planets. We acknowledge our place in the universe. Fall in complete amazement of hearing the special tune of the universe and played it on guitar.
I see the point of learning from living masters. The sum total of living beings on the planet have a piece to the puzzle, so every time a new life comes in the pieces re distribute and a new piece emerges.

Letter 4

I want to take you through the journey of my visions. Towards the deepness of my heart. I see your eyes and it is all light. Emanating from the womb of the mother that gives birth to all of the stars. I want to take you there, to the only place I know that has mirrors big enough for you to fully grasp the wonders of your essence. The one that infuses me with mezmerizing hope, of sensing you, just around the corner, anticipating the moment when our looks intertwine, just a split of a second and I recognize my whole being reflected upon the breath you take, that very moment, where I’m finally able to take you to that place filled with stars, that you put inside my chest. It beats intensely, even more so as we get into that split second where I tell you what you’ve made of me, from so far away, without inhabiting the same space.

Letter 3

…But yet again that light brings me the sound of your voice. How I wish to be your fuel for such wonderful tone flowing through your lungs. So I can feel purpose inside this twister of feelings.

I know these are profound and very incomprehensible feelings. but you bring inspiration to me, One that I want you to harvest through me, It’s my way of giving back to you. Please live beyond me, it doesnt matter if it signifies my end if you get to live with my story in your hands.

Please realize that all I want is for you to know how you emerged in my dreams and became so real…until I could no longer breath.

I wish I could no longer breath.I wish I could be with you right now, but I feel so useless and far apart,

What does it take? If I scream my lungs out. Would you hear me before I die?

I’ve been watching you sing all night, swimming in your essence. how lucky those graced with your presence, while I’m dragged far away.

You don’t know me, but how I wish you could hear me. I am absent but how I wish you could feel me. I bathe in your sweet voice, waiting for death to come. If only I could know what is there inside your heart. I’ll visit you, taste you, breath you, and finally, I will go away hoping that you’ll want me back, even if it is in those rapid dreams.

The only part of my life I do know and as sudden as it is, it’s all I live for.

I don’t know what I am but I love you.

 

Letter 2 – The ocean over me

But I can’t deny. You are IT, and IT is you.

You have given birth to this version of me and out of that realization I give birth to the love that belongs to you. Created alone, in silence, for too many days to count. Unbelievable even to myself. Now I feel it all at once …the distance between us and your closeness to me lips.

I feel the wholeness of you though you’ve never touched me. I know the light in your eyes though you’ve never seen me. I’ve tasted the sweetness of your essence though you don’t know I exist.

I choose to keep loving you. I can’t deny it. I’ve drowned in your absence. But time whispers to me. I can hear it even from the bottom of the ocean. Your hypnotizing voice mutates into the air that breath, here below this weight. The ocean over me.

You’re still written on my path and each day tells me how close you become. I can’t deny. You shine so bright  it makes it through a block of darkness, quietness, it draws the way to you. I’m your mirror.

You aren’t mine, you belong to the wind. You are the current, you sway me inside this water which is all there is, your uniqueness, scattered all over me. And the dark becomes light of your absence I recognize IT is you. The one I will always love together or apart.

So now has come. Do you see me?

You don’t know me, but do you see me amongst the crowd ?

There’s only one that has been whispering to you. Remember your dreams and you will remember me.

Yours Sincerily,

Just a Thought

I Hope I Find My Worth

This society promt us to let out everything we are and everything we’re not, even though nobody wants to listen or see for sure, we can’t look inside ourselves, yet we go mad trying to be seen.

 

“There is a great deal that either has to be given up or be taken away from if you are going to succeed in writing a body of work” (a metaphor for life)  -Susan Sontag

 

“Greatest subject, self seeking to transcend itself” – Susan Sontag

 

 

Consciousness = Soul = The Chooser = Quantum physics can only describe objects to the point they remain possibilities to be converted into actual experiences there must be a chooser, but detached. The Chooser is free. =Free Will = Stringing along = ?

What is 8th Dimensional Consciousness = certain level of incoherence.

Death does exist = Forgetting

 

 

Letter – Part 2

I sense myself slowly drifting away trying to make sense of that which does not need to be rationalized. With such tenderness you laugh at my concern. You say—This isn’t just my creation it is a place for the two of us created long ago. Today it looks like a river flowing beyond what our eyes can see, tomorrow, it could be a huge mountain to be conquered by our witts and by our desire to go further than here, than now.

What else do you know?

You laugh—That’s the thing, the comfort of not knowing brought me here. It is unusual that I take the time to listen to this strange calling. Like a wave that rises big and mighty over the horizon, when it gets to shore it is barely  a third of what it was. But, does it mean it is any less or insignificant? that question somehow got intertwined with your voice, calling my name. It opened a window very similar to the one from which you came in here. I needed to be alone, so I explored the site, can’t say for how long. There’s no such thing here. But when I was finally sure, ready to taste the water, I saw you ready to hold my hand and I knew.

Comeback with me. So I can contemplate your figure resting on my bed, capturing my senses, filling me up with inspiration. Like when my guitar sits by the corner whispering a sweet melody inviting me to play it. But I know better than that. I can feel my desperation trying to hold on to one static feeling, risking to hold you hostage, trying to rest assured that you are mine. Catching you as my muse, spreading everything you mean to me in the form of letters, paintings and portraits  over my walls. But here, in this eternal now, the real you is the one that comes and goes leaving me out in the cold so I can feel your warmth anew. Like a blind person seeing colors for the first time, like getting back my breath after almost being drowned.

Just like that I know it is time to go. Your soft hand going through my hair, releases my fear. You grab my face and look at me with the sincerity of a child and the confidence of an old soul that has known many paths. You say—There is no way I can forget what is in here. This Í can call reality. It made an imprint in my memory that can’t be erased. Not by the dangers of everyday life nor by the doubts that eat us at the other side. Even if standing there I find these soon to be memories are too good to be true. Your kind of touch is something I’ve always long for, now I can call that by your name, my mind will resist but my heart won’t.

I know I’ll go back.

I know I’ll remember every detail

I know I will still taste your sweetness

I know I’ll see the vanishing mark of your lips on my neck

I will do my best to avoid despair taking over me.

I’ve seen the real you.

The one that feeds life into everything you touch, including myself. I’ll write the melody of this moment and play it everywhere I go until your being perceives it, hoping it would spark a minimum insight to what we’ve experienced here. If you  forget my name there will always be the music that carries the key to this special place of ours of our hearts combined.

 

Yours Sincerily,

 

 

 

 

Letter – Part 1

Dearest,

“Since I’ve been loving you” is playing. That slow beginning takes over the room and my skin like your tender kiss.

I wish you were here.

All of my words and thoughts feel like wasted energy that I could spend devoted touching you. But then I remember, to these emotions there are no boundaries that can contain them. Time and Space have their own way of spreading and travelling far from where I stand towards you. Even if I can’t see you.

Your essence has its own intelligence, it manages to find me everytime. I see you everywhere, specially before sunset when all those shades of blue concentrate to remind me of your gaze. Sparkling with desire, asking to be read, to be understood without words in between, without questions to which such abstractions could never provide the answers to how I got to discover the song of your existence and how it took me through out many mysteries, many stories written in the skies telling me we could be one.

So I watch pure desire growing inside that dusty vault of memories, that I didn’t dare to open. But amongst the scary voices, there was your scent luring me to dive into the darkness surrounding the promise of finding that your beautiful eyes made of light would lead the way. You kept calling until I gathered enough strength, the arms of uncertainty pulled me in. I swallowed the danger and saw you across the thick ice. I realised we were worlds apart.

That’s when I understood that to love you I had to remain at peace with the distance between us. And the many turns Earth must take to be beside you. But then again fate surprises me and there you are when my eyes are closed and my defenses abandoned. I find you close to the river undressing from your worries tossing out your clothing like unfulfilled expectations that don’t serve you anymore. Exposed to the elements, confortable in your solitude. I see a window big enough to pass through with my heavy bag of desires to share with you. You turn around, I’m not sure that you know my face but I know you recognise me. My anxious self tries to tell you all about this need of your presence that has been growing into a language that can’t possibly be translated in anything but love.

I get lost trying to find the right words, I fear time is slipping away and you could vanish any moment in the middle of my confusion. But with just one look you find to bring me back to sanity. You hold my hand, calmly leading me into the waters. As soon as you step in the river turns green it glows and beams like it is alive. Like this whole place knows you.

Then I realise it is your world I’m entering guided by your hand it is you who allows me in. I drop my insecurities and any necessity to speak. Touch becomes our language. I feel you and you feel me

We lay down over the sand this glowing water cover us, it becomes our blanket, bounds us together and provides me with your essence. Your kiss, your breath mutate to become my sustenance. So I can remain next to you under these warm waters flowing endlessly around the many trees that dance along side the wind.

Floating, admiring the view. I figure it is you I’m observing. You are the birds singing, you are the wind carresing me, the sand is the color of your skin. It all feels so alive and deep because it is your creation I was invited in. Then again I try to find perfect words or perfect timing that does not exist to tell you what you make me feel.