© 2020 my melting heart

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In moments of being completely lost I have nowhere else to go than deep inside. I get quiet and the symbols of words get stuck somewhere in the wilderness. All I see is vivid colors fading into pitch black, all I hear is lively sounds fading into silent sleep. I witness everything being buried in layers of crystals and glitter. All is hidden there. I am right in the middle of all shifts, all transitioning. I am her.

Dying underneath yet planting new seeds.

Being free from bondage and attachment.

I am prisoned and liberated in a place where I just receive. This is a blessing and a curse I need to trust. It is my strongest calling and my biggest fear - to Trust.

Constantly dying, constantly born a new. In moments of being completely lost I have nowhere else to go than to the nature.