Self-Intimacy
In the fibers of my Soul
There is a Voice
Crying, dancing, praying, laughing, cursing…
In the bones of my Body Tree
Self-Intimacy
In the fibers of my Soul
There is a Voice
Crying, dancing, praying, laughing, cursing…
In the bones of my Body Tree
In the fibers of my Soul
There is a Voice
Crying, dancing, praying, laughing, cursing…
In the bones of my Body Tree
I carry shadows and lights
In small cells and knots
Full of stardust.
I am longing for the Deep,
I search for the Wide,
And I bring Myself heavy for
The Big encounter.
I could dig inside,
To make more space for
The Mirrors of Me,
The Layers of You.
But all I can see it is out:
The sky, the forest, the mountain,
And in between a bridge…
And inside me a window
Outside a ray of Sun
Dropping tears of Moon light down.
Could this be True?
Diving into the Breathing waters
Among the sky walkers
Talking to the Moon?
I am here, waiting…
I can find…
And I can start again.
Everything that ended returns to
Calm down the Fire and the Thirst!
I just became a Rainbow…
Other articles on this blog:
Feelings are liquid
Feelings are liquid,
Drops of starseeds
Falling down from celestial realm
Into the depth of our souls…
Embodied spirituality vs surrogate spirituality
I believe to be a spiritual person. I learned to connect with my own spiritual belief and create a practice through re-connecting with wounds and traumas and healing them.
Do not play the victim with me!
I wish to share my thoughts with you as I had a situation with a lady complaining that I am a soulless creature just because I do not ask her why she cannot afford something I offered to her.