One can cry tears of beauty like one can cry tears of joy
~
I was sitting on my East balcony
bathing in the rising equinox sun
And it snowed a bit
And the snowflakes glistened in the sunrays
And a flock of birds flew toward me from the center
of our beloved brightest star
Our Sól ~ Our Soul
Like sun rays themselves they were
It was really beautiful
I felt like a seedling
A new being
A new me
Being shone on
Being nurtured by light and warmth
Being fed
Being watered
And being sung to by the birds that now were sitting on my rooftop
And I remembered a few words I wrote once
And their actual meaning became so clear to me all of a sudden
*Soulflower*
"......The pure authenticity of our soul melts our rigid personification manifested through conditioning.
I salute our innocence ~ Our bravery ~ To journey, as the seed, vulnerable without our shell, not knowing, yet yearning for LIFE.
Yearning to break through, to be unsheathed.
How can we grow without being exposed?”
