Opening the Listening
It’s something marvelous—gentle, clear, and simple to perceive. I trust this natural stream of words that speaks to me when I soften, when I allow gentleness to flow. I know we can all hear that voice of the heart, and I feel so encouraged to share this, because it doesn’t matter how it looks or what form it takes—it’s a raw and pure gift. It’s not my task right now to edit texts or writings; my task is to share the peace that all of this brings and to practice more and more. May inspiration move through me, reach you, and continue its journey. Let’s breathe a bit of that divine essence, the one without a name, and keep going without the need to name it.
How hard it is to share the truth within me
The beauty of hearing,
The roar that makes you flee.
Don’t take it wrongly from me,
Let us be one in living.
You navigate the feeling,
And I remind you of the becoming.
In this life, you must live,
Yet you are afraid to die.
Don’t forget to discern
Let the mind
Be your menhir*
When you forget which way to steer.
The heart will speak without reason,
Pay attention,
Its voice carries healing
And the gift of song.
Thank you, my sister, for giving me a place in your day-to-day.
I speak to you because you are my soul, even if you don’t see me through the noise.
Neither mine nor yours,
Neither soul nor day—
What traps are left by the message
That we are one in every life, possessing,
Separate from the guide?
For we are one with life itself.