Treasure Library

A whisper through the autumn colored forest
Shivering the leaves, spiralling up and let them drop to their last resting point

Listen to you wholy forest, what is your message?
What do you want to tell me?
I am listening.

Balancing myself through the soft, leafy ground.
Breathing fresh mushroomed filled air. Moss is all around.
The creek is gurgling in the distance.

Holding my breath for a moment, then letting go. Staying in
the gaps. Breathing in and out. Pause. Listen. Stillness.

What is behind the stillness?
What are you telling me, Mother Gaia?
I am listening.

Silence surrounds me. Wind whistling from the east.
Silence moves me. I end the moon and add the sun. I create the earth.

I move, I write it down. Let it sink in, the waters of tears.
Bum, is the sound of leaves, waving the whole ground up to me.

The rise of the sun, shivers under my skin. I gaze at life, the spark of sun.
Let it be, the way it sings to me. It grooves the air through my hair.

And the moss touches my feet.
Soft touch of a maid and beard of the wise old man,
The waves rising up from my feet till my head
Don`t know nothing and knowing all
The wisdom lies in me,
With deep roots in the natural unknown.

Listen to you wholy forest, what is your message?
What do you want to tell me?
I am listening.

A waft of cool wind gives rise to goosebumps
That prickle me in a million places

The surface of my body more alive now
The scents and sounds. Light and shadow warm and dark
Each is more distinct.

As an instrument of Gaia sensing Herself I am turning up.

Zings and blips uncensored till now appear
Thoughts begin to burst into mind

She is me, I AM She!

No big deal, yet the most ecstatic clarity possible
Bursts and glares and fades with each next outbreath
Back to the still mundane moment between.

One more leaf falls, its landing sounds reach my ear.
Another chance to listen to her, or listen to me.
What is this wisdom trying to communicate to me?
I am listening.

I put my feet on the ground
Energetic roots grow in all directions
Immediately my body earned ears and eyes.

My sensations are all amplified

The electricity runs along my veins and my blood
An unreasonable force take place and I listen to my breath
It's not anymore a whispering, its loud and clear

This voice as fierce as a vulcano, and everything that it says
YOU ARE LOVE
Shiver rise up all over my bodies
Cracking me open as wide open as the space itself

I am listening.

a center point in the vast mostly-imperceivable universe,
the only thing I have ever experienced being.

Biologists tell me that all day long my body’s cells die.
And most of my body is made of bacteria, which aren’t even me.
And half of my cells are from my mom and another half my dad.

Because I was born I caused changes.
I breathed and moved the ways I wanted.
I caused change.
I had change caused in me.
I let it happen, except for when I did not.

Where is the originality of life?
Is everything recreation?
What am I really? Am I what my physical body composes?
Is my physical body what I compose?

I became a scientist of life.
I held my breath to see what would happen.
I breathed again when it stopped being fun.
I observed the blood of my cut til it dried.

Sometimes when my tears fell, the salty drop ended up in my mouth.
I came to notice I exist in many small parts.
I am how I wanted to be, whether I wanted to or not. What power do I have?

I take a deep breath
Breathing in - I am alive
Breathing out - I inter-am
All there is, or seems to be, is
Inside of me
And outside of me
Here I am.

Am I transforming into the next thing I will become?
How does it work to let go, really go? They say it so easily.

When you let go the next door opens.
How to let go, when all I know is so true to me. Clinging on me like a second skin. This is me.

Here I am.

Scientist tells us that all cause has effect, everything is related to each other.
Why don’t I relate to you? Why it is so difficult to be with you? Who am I to be with you?

I take a deep breath
Breathing in - I am alive
Breathing out - I am here
With you
With all that is
In this vast now.

All directions are open to me
And I could exist in all of the directions.
Where do I step next?

Here I am.

The elements alive, within and without me,
Sometimes cycling predictably,
sometimes in hazardly chaos.
What do I go with?

What causes which effect?

I breathe.
I drop my attention from my mind into my feet, even though it doesn’t get there.

Here I am.

Here I am.