Arise from the mundane.

Spirit pierces

into eyes of wonderment

the majestic light

ahead of the night

the setting sun

captivates the gaze

thoughts 

paused 

simultaneously 

the movement

widened

ears for the listening:

Be still my child

Let the wonder of life be 

in each step is its blessing

the worship of your breath.

Let it flow from the heart

that guides you with the wings of love

Let spirit soar.

Arise from the mundane

to overcome the darkness of your world

be its light.

She carries you 

 with your heart's light

eternally connected in spirit

one with herself, 

unified with each other,

Experience truthfulness 

beyond the temporary

is infinite

in, 

through 

with the breath.

Arise 

as the light of your world.

No cloud is too dark

to elevate as the heart 

you let its life be

Go unified with each other

to be its immensity 

worship your essence 

with the resurrection.

The scarab's wings.

The morning walk confronted the step 

with an unusual rhythm

that passed on the contrary

of that what was imprinted 

as a shock.

The pace became the spirit 

that enfolded its flight 

with the wings it offered.

Thoughts disappeared,

the breath whispered:

'It is what unites us,

It is what inhabits us,

Ignore to hold onto time,

Avoid counting the days,

Put an end to relying on money,

Be granted with love.

In each opposition

resides its equivalent.

True Sight
remains invisible
without its might.

Pictured during a morning walk.

A sacrifice of spirit?

Or...?

Take that siesta.

One's true colors will be revealed. 

No matter the number of the siestas you take.

It can take a while to realize that your pause of an hour, becomes a day.

That the day becomes night. 

We are 24 hours later. Still, no activity arises.

A day becomes a week, a week a month.

The rhythm of humanity 

can become stuck in a demanding society which leaves our true mission astray. 

It is up to our consciousness to make us aware again of our true colors. 

Be it transparent or not.

Little precious moments
 where poetry speaks through the nature of things might be called an illusion. 

Yet, it can bring one's mind into the right mode to listen to the heart.

To listen to the breath of the universe that tells you about the cosmic rhythm endlessly moving within.

What more than the simplicity of the siesta of these little creatures, who we call ducks, colors the hectic day with the breathing pause of a loving heart for nature?

Be aware of the soul breathing through you so its creation is manifested with each exhale that you share. Let no one take your true colors away. 

Shine dear sweetheart, shine.

Be aware of what the power of a simple siesta can reveal to you.

Do it, give it and take it, now.

Green gives tranquility, peaceful, fresh thoughts. 

It colors your heart with love for your intrinsic nature.

Green gives life. Refreshes the moment with new insights.

Green evokes the seed to grow to the spring it is.

Give yourself a touch of green when the body and mind feel tensed.

Take a pause, walk barefoot in the field. 

Refresh the moment with life that tickles your toes towards the dance of your soul.

It won't leave you astray.