trails of determined beings, following the guidance, finding ourselves

can be heard in the night, when listening above the sound of silence, sharpening, opening up to the high frequencies

a signal, pulling like a magnet; letting go of fear

facing the most base of fears; could I trust to myself, only to myself when everything else drops away from around

when all I know vanishes

passing by the zone fulfilled with noise; into the serenity of colorful waves; spiraling, fading with the identity

memories from far and near, melody in the core of my energysystems, silhouettes of familiar Lights, Home atmosphers, of those which are really always here

angels are raining, and I sneak through created spaces

floating into lap of an unconditional hugs,

my yearn for the trail, for the trail which is carried by my highest aspect: carrying me under these vast heavens, creating new ones, more Kind

while the pulse of our human lifes; these trails will align their direction, I was born, my body grew with the seasons of nature, I loved...

I thought

griefed, I did

roaring of inner child: " you've forgotten i"

lost for a reason; important is each of our adventures with it's storms,

the mirrors from our angels are watching, a lot would they love to tell for us...

but beings so determined, sometimes even too much

we close ourselves

trying to align ourselves on to highest beam of our essence

and we search our directions with our own ways

I did sank, inside of somekind of depth I sanked; for find my trail

the bottom of the dephts didn't impress me

I sanked myself through of that bottom; how far

I will go more far than that

yet already knew; I will catch myself at some point

I did catch myself during the null point, maybe a little after it...

at that point of the painting, at that point where you can flip all around

understanding of that line so subtle

understanding of happiness we can be

that we are eternal

that we don't have to be afraid

'cause everything is well

unfolding; beams of light, radiation of our chapters

the heart's trail

missing are countries and boundaries from it's map

as are missing time, years

destination is to sharpen in this direct experience

walks the trail along a stream of energy serene and high

following of the attraction of the unknown; the Deepest Caring already has a tigh grip on us

us beings determined

a compass will be the voice of innermost wisdom

the heart's trail; for beginning at least billion years, billion years in the timelessness, one dream

depht of the clarity; beloved traveler, You choose

You cannot choose wrong

You are welcome to stay