[foto]Lately I find it hard to express my feelings in words or sentences. I'm tired of all the words and I think that they very easily lose their meaning, thier value...that people including me, use them so superfiacially, fake and actually with stupidity and ignorance, trying to impress or just by confusing them with an image instrument.
But I found something that trully defines the undefined in me and of me at this moment in my life.
But I found something that trully defines the undefined in me and of me at this moment in my life.
I guess everything is about learning the "language of letting go"...
The language of letting go is releasing the energies of the old.
The language of letting go is about giving ourselves permission to experience and express our feelings.
The language of letting go is being present in the moment to receive all the wonderful opportunities that life is bringing to us.
We are the light that has the power to set ourselves free.
I understand now why the light of others has come into my life.
Light seeks out life. It is no wonder why we believe the dead search for the comfort of light.
It isn't to torture with reckless indifference and disregard.
It was to cause us to pause, take stock and notice.
He's standing in front of me.
He saying to me, breathe.
The He is you.
The He is me.
My god, I get it now.
He's light is cascading all over me.
I feel it. Can you?
Now I recognize why our embrace left me shivering long after.
His light re-ignited my internal flame. The question no longer begs to be asked.
And all I can do is release tears.
[from here]
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deci...pupici da... :))
letting go on what?
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