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.