Vi kom i stilhed.

Båret af livets stille åndedræt.

Ydmyge uskyldige hjerter.

Rejsende sjæle i et indre landskab malet af en verden hinsides.

Siden den tidlige oprindelige morgen har kærlighed dvælet i vores blod.

Vi kom for at huske.

Lyset, der skinner i stilheden af vores sjæl.

Mysteriet & kærligheden, det hellige hjerte af alt liv.

On the edge of emotions that no longer have a name.

I find my brushes & other materials & paint.

I paint the inner landscape of my soul.

A language beyond words.

A mix of colours that often transform.

From wild chaos into shades of white.

Angel hair of gold so bright.

Dust & ashes. Shadows & light.

An inner invisible fairy tale.

Guardians & angels of light.

A world of beyond.

A home of souls.

Purified from all blame & shame.

The violence & battlefield of the human mind.

It always seeks to pull our attention.

Stories of illusion that are never truly ours to hold.

The heart bows in gratitude the moment we let go.

Surrender into the palms of love & listen.

Listen to the silent sound of mercy & grace.

A shelters of love.

The inner pristine nature of our spirit.

Each & every moment we breathe spirit into life.

Do you remember?

The divine seeds once planted within the heart of your being? 

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