I am in a process of finding out, during that I find myself unlearning rather than learning. Instead of absolute truth I find uncertainty and endless possibilities. Building courage to stand still for there I find a beauty of listening to what is. This sensitivity is a counter balance to a sense of control. I find it in the depth of my heart. Beyond the apparent structure of society my voice is crystal clear. I hear it whisper inbetween each heartbeat.
Love is blossoming. Like a lotus flower it grows from the depth of the mud. It moves trough the dark water, striving to reach the sun, perceiving only small glimpses of illumination. It is a battle requiring tremendous strenght and it does not know why it moves. The journey started by an internal explosion bursting out from the seed of intention. It moved out of the hard shell of safety. Finally it touches the air and receive blessed kisses from the sun. It rests on the water as a representation of the body of emotions. The stem is growing trough the water and its roots deeply attached in the mud keep lifeforce flowing in a cirquit of life and death. Subconsciousness touches awareness. Love is dancing with the rays of the sun.
The lotus flower does not know that it gives birth to love, it simply push the water aside to reach the golden light.
Not trying to control the outcome gives a surprising result. Images arise from the childs state of dreaming. A new comprehension of life. Those pictures are illustrations from a timeless perspective. That is what I receive within my heart beats. The images are draped with beautiful colours of sensory impressions. I move and the paint of my spirit mix with those of the rainbow. That very motion is creating the images I see inside my heart. I live to create who I am. I create to live as I am.