The look in people their eyes
Not knowing
Oblivious
The stare in people their eyes
Not seeing
Blind
The glace in people their eyes
Not feeling
Empty
The tear in people their eyes
Not loving
Themselves
Not knowing how to REspond to situations, Not knowing how to REact to situations
Old programing ceases to excist
no more REacting,
time for creation.
The old jukebox where you can choose the same songs over and over again.
Throw in the dime, choose the song, go back in time, play the same rhyme.
The old jukebox as a metaphor for the old programing of the mind.
We are being washed with divine cosmic waves of light that cleanses our old paradigm.
As in a flood, nothing to hold on too, all will be washed away with the grace of surrender.
I feel grief, I feel sadness, I feel confusion
My heart explodes with compassion
I hold your hand
I embrace your cry
I sustain your surrendering
Courage it takes
To allow ourselves
To open our hearts
And let go
A cry, a shout, a sigh,
The Heart flutters
Expansion
I hold you
In my heart
Dearly
Deeply
See
Yourself
As I
See you
As I
Blessings from the Heart
Willka Sunquqñan
Sacred Path of the Heart
Ka wae wae ka tao
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