Dear man I have fallen. I feel tremendous sadness about the current situation in the world. I feel tremendous sadness about the life itself being isolated more and more inside of the constructs of peoples mind. I feel tremendous sadness about the man rather not seeing each other, fighting to be better and being more loved. I feel tremendous sadness about hiding my inner world and separating it from my action. I feel tremendous sadness about being in two worlds, being separated and loving. I feel tremendous sadness about my love to a woman. I feel love a love which huge as skies lining the clouds of mountains. I feel love which moves the tectonic plates to change the flow of the river. I feel so devoured to the woman I cary her heart in my hands, with tenderness and fear which cares for the frightened being. I love so hideously that I am afraid to get so crazy about the craziness in me. I love so breath full that I would swim see. I love I am love.
My integrity lies in me. The awareness of my fear to sense the moment of the love being the amount to be given to serve the soul. Holding the hugeness of the love to be dosed the moment, the second, the amount, the direction, the way, the form, the grace, the respect so that the heart opens. The invisible barrier brakes and the connection is maintained long enough to bring movement, nourishment, joy, touch, impulse, vacuum and pressure for the other being.
It is as surgery. Calm hand in this case calm hearth and mind. You are centered, present. Breathing out and in. Seeing the movement of the person. The slight look down at the flor or up. The wave of sound coming with the words. The energetic space being created by the person. You notice, stay present, breathe. You become the space you are in. It becomes so intense that you feel being crazy and it is reality it is what is. You are in service. Service of connection, love, clarity, joy of life. The moment becomes all it is.
I feel large rage towards the world. I feel unstoppable rage for the world. I am alive.
I feel rage about the fly being killed. I feel rage about the stupidity of the culture where people use words to hurt others and themselves. I feel rage about people choosing to die, instead to live the life fully. I feel rage about people being crazy so that they chose to forgot what the life is. I feel rage, pure rage the life itself. The movement where it all starts, the explosion of the self. Nervous cell, bacteria in your stomach, hormone in side of your brain. It creates chain reaction till your hand moves and press letter on keyboard. The explosion. I imagine it as the beginning of universe. In small scale the body universe, or brain universe, or the human culture universe. It cases change, movement, expansion.
Trying to stop it is like fighting wind mill.
Love, Anger, Fear.
The sparks coming from the explosion of life inside of you. The explosion of the pheromone cells from roses being spread to the surrounding. The explosion of the seed pushing out the green plant from soil. It caries the slight joy of discovering the new unknown territory. I feel joy to create my energetically space. I feel joy to see the man drawing line on the tennis court. I feel joy to see baby moving its leg in the way it has discovered right now. Uncontrollable laughter of the woman sitting across your table. The moment before I start to create story I sense the laugh.
I love. I am love.