‘’ Some people come, some people go. Some come to teach you how to love, others to teach you how to let go… Some things burn to ashes, before they have even begun, others are built, day by day, slowly and patiently. It’s beautiful… this ever revolving push and pull of life, isn’t it? This not knowing, which is which? Maybe the destruction is a construction… and the things we think we are building, slowly, are the ones that are burning after all. Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing. ‘’
I will be here, on this side of life,
Where the sun is always shining,
The moon endlessly glowing,
And the unicorns are forever free.
We break, we laugh and we keep going,
It is the heart of the wanderer,
The soul of the free,
To search and to never stop trusting,
The inner fire that keeps propelling,
Ruthlessly and instinctively, as sure as the day.
As steady as the halo of the moon,
Long after we travel into ourselves,
We find what we have been looking for,
Was inside this shimmering spirit all along,
But still we keep on, becoming the
Queens and Kings we are meant to always be.
The mind wandering between the past and the future,
The heart fluttering in the midst of the today and the fragmented moment,
The soul always glowing within the absence of time.
Maybe unicorns and rainbows always do go together. Maybe life is always a series of maybes… maybe there are no great timings at all. Maybe we make our own timings and we just have to trust that everything will be ok. That our hearts are stronger, that our souls are wiser, and that our minds will be silenced enough for us to really live. And maybe just maybe, that is more than enough.
“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.” Charles Dickens
—– Words I always try to live by.
Down in the strings of time.
Where the mosses are free,
And the birds forever twitter,
What is has already become,
And the distance that echoes,
That longing feeling that never fades,
Has all dissolved into the light.