Mallow

''..the young women, all danced away..
..and the swans, all danced away.''

15:04 - Open the door

''...or set her to wander (for a long time) looking for a place of nourishment and peace.''

15:06 - Counting sticks

Tell them that I hear them, and that I am grateful.
Silence does prevail, after all.
Have faith in your dying flowers,
for they are soon again born.
Pray, wish, and be thankful.
Talk to your fears.
Talk to me
I am listening. I am listening now.
I am open.

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Find your rhythm. Find your feet.
Find your dance. Find your beat.
Find your bones and know your bones.
Can you feel it yet?..Can you feel it?
This is the rhythm and the dance of what we call life.
Know it, feel it, and dance with it.
She is waiting for you.

''The enemy is inside.''

Give in to the waves

This loneliness is progressive.

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Fear not your naivety, embrace it.
Keep it with you and open, always.
It is a part of your deepest, most truest inner state of innocence.
Your naivety is your knowing, it is your key, your blessing, and your opening into the freest kind of innocence.
To be naive is to be alive.
But we must learn to stay wise within our most sensitive state.
Stay conscious as you open the door,
and steady your pace, 
as you open the gate.

Never forget the one who taught you how to breathe.

The sound waves you send out to space are magnetic.
Never forget the stars,
for they never forget you.
You are magnetic; a magnitude of inner starlight.
Your beauty is transcendental.
We are not mental, we are stars
or inner radiance,
and through our beating hearts
we stay connected.
Never forget who you really are.

''If sound waves carry on to infinity, where are their screams now?''

Where is she?
She is there.
Does she not care?
She is made of Mallow, of course she cares.
And slowly, as she re-appeared, in rags 'n tatters,
she presented her sap soddened head..
'I am not dead,' she said
'I was consumed by love. But I never gave up.'

I never gave up.