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Mother Earth Speaks, November 9th 2018

11/10/2018

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mother earth speaks, november 9th, 12:49


hold me while i take you higher than it's possible to go
in a form,
while still being human,
while still being in a body so small.
compared to who i am,
who you are,
i am the one you talk to in your heart
thinking you're alone,
sick to the bone,
and sleep is hidden from your heart.
then you reach out to the formless one,
to bring you higher than this unreal place,
where you survive through illusion.
it is broken.
it is broken.
it is gone.
and nothing you can touch is real anymore.
not like before.
what do you do
when the real is false?
but i'm reaching out to you,
seeking you,
as you seek me.
i'm holding you in my invisible arms,
so that you can release the form,
and fly with me.
into the ecstasies of a thousand new ways,
in a moment's unveiling of the hiding place.
what is the way to feeling
what is really real?
it's closing your eyes
in the deep night
and reaching with me,
letting go with me,
arriving with me,
nowhere you've ever been before.
stretching with source,
being the one,
stretching with god,
now that it is gone.
now that you can feel
the shadows trembling
on the side of your house in the night,
as the moon crashes and burns.
it's the tree trembling in its dreams,
that you will not touch tonight,
for you don't want to interrupt its ecstasies,
while it too feels its way towards
the invisible roots of the source of all.
in this lost night,
stretching with god,
where we haven't forgotten
the sun is real.
that is the way to move out of your old skin,
into the bliss
travelling into all darkness
to discover its farthest roots,
where the trees plant themselves
in the hidden soil
of the new real.
the new you,
the new me,
the new
ecstasies
of being in
truth.
in a form
that
doesn't fear
anything.
doesn't hold onto hardship
or pain
or sadness
or hate
but embraces the inherent
purity
of the hidden ones
fallen away no more
but risen within
inside the new.
the new me,
the new you.
the new form
of being human
merging with the unearthed divine
in this lost night,
stretching with god,
embracing all,
loving all,
true to the soul
that loves
all.


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