Ever Inspired

Inhale 

the pale blue of this morning,

resting in the wide open arms of weeping willow

by the very quiet lake, 

quiet as the Earth.

Nightingale’s song floats above the meadow.

Rooster is crowing.

Wild cats yawn.

Small birds are nesting in the crown and tall branches.

Nature is my harbour

where telepathic communication is still available,

eye to eye, 

soul to soul.

Our ground is one Being

and we’re just dancers in this wondrous game,

ever inspired

innovative 

fresh 

and yet, since the beginnings, the same.

Practicing an art of a simple breath.

To inhale

take in the myriads of life’s ways and shapes

in acceptance 

that softens all contours.

Relaxing in the midst of any hardship.

Leaning into the widening rings of what “to allow” truly means.

To exhale

- a path from holding tight to dissolve,

from grasping to letting go,

to let it be, let it flow on its own.

No force is welcome in my life anymore,

neither yours nor mine.

We are not owners here, we’re just passing by

on this beautiful lands of Gaia.

We don’t posess a thing, 

neither do we invent.

Rather it is that we fine-tune and listen

to catch the flow of organic voices

and let that be purely expressed.

So blessed to feel, 

to be touched by the beams and streams of life.

To experience compassion 

and see through the eye of the other.

Practice taking different perspectives.

Recognize the judgement, then soften

and love, no matter what.

Relax the habits to compare, compete and contrast.

Clean your chest from envy

see through the masks

stop turning the wheel of old games.

Their time has passed.

It is in your eyes how you view the Life.

Let it be ecstatic.

Let the palette of available colours deepen and expand.

Let the patterns and textures evolve into intricate weavings, 

let sounds unfold into melodies that steal our hearts.

Keep creating 

- with your voice, with you eyes - 

 the landscapes we’ve always dreamed to inhabit

the essence of you,

the essence of I.

* fot. Marek Kornelook