Reaching deep into a heart.
Like shooting fireworks…
piercing through the darkest unknown.
Firing up the most vibrant radiance of our inner making.
Or, like stroking music chords,
out of an ancient mythical harp…
touches the most tender place of a hibernated soul.
Earthly natures gently breathing our ancestors’ ancient dreams into being...
Like a sweeping willow tree
overarching the azure blue lake outside my old dormitory windows…
Daytime or dreamtime,
softly and gracefully
mapping out her inner soft tunes and admiration of life,
into the waters that she lays her soft fingers upon…
Like palpating and feeling the very fine fiber of a lover’s inner tender wounds,
even the most gentle soft voice,
can resonate ever so profoundly of
the deepest vulnerable part
resting within my heart.
And then, we can reassure each:
it is Okay
to have flaws.
To be imperfect is to be human and divine.
Let us not being too harsh with the self.
Let us hug our most inner tender wounds,
hug it off…
hugging off all sorts of hurtles and bags of sorrows we’ve been burdening the self,
too heavily for too long, upon
our tender inner path on earth.
Let us surrender,
and dive deeply into the vulnerable portal of the soft inner heart,
the tender place of immense deep-blue ocean of unknown,
the hidden corridor heralding to
mysterious space of infinite possibilities.
Let us awaken the dormant senses, and
awaken every pore of our existence,
Tapping into the infinite expansion of an inner horizon,
fully embracing, receiving…
miracles, blessings and
myriads shapes of
shimmering, sparkling, heavenly gifts on earth.