the ultimate realization

We are one.

Beyond the faces, colors, shapes, minds, cultures, species, etc .. we are one.

The relevance of these words it is not in their content, but in what they are pointing at.

Are you ready to confront yourself and the believes u have on yourself and life until this words will be real to you?

If yes, the journey in which life will take you will be the most important of your life.

It is a matter of keeping the door open for the space within you which asks for expansion, the point is in realizing that there is this space, and that only that is the most relevant thing you own to yourself, only by allowing that your garden will grown, and eventually reveal the jewel of the being.

From that space, the one is experiencing itself through you, then all that you have heard from this station which speaks many voices will be real, then this voice will be yours also.

Tough ears

Sometimes you have to say something.
It is cathartic, it is a way also to connect within.
If there is no listener, existence will be enough.
Moments are coming when the temple needs a sweep. When a dry field needs water.
In some extreme weather situations, farmers prepare the fields anyway, they need to, as an invitation and prayer and as a participation. It happens because it is difficult to read the weather, or because you are indeed only a young farmer in a new environment and you still need to learn how to decode your ecology.

There are moments when it is time to let go, but something still holds on. It varies from individual to individual, one cannot tell, but there are stubborn caracters, for whom life suggestions are hard to hear.

As a person one can act in each of the above roles.
The key is to have enough self knowledge to know in time which is your role. It may pass long time before the correct response can take place, and nobody wants to waste his/ her time working arid soil.

I'm not a farmer, I've planted trees though, and designed gardens, but I know the soul landscape, and there is not much difference.

Some souls are not capable to hear, some are, some will, some may never.
I've been the speaker and the listener, the stubborn and the sharp, now I have space to share, now something changed, and instead of sitting silent, I sit and write.

To the nothingness that now receives without response I send with these words also love.