Message from the heart #1

I sit for a moment, in silence in the garden, on a warm soft spring Sunday.

The sun is shining, a few clouds pass by, the wind is blowing. What a beautiful scene.

Two people walk in the distance. They are coming.

I look at the tall grass of the landscape.

A wave movement.

It resembles the rhythm of the sea, imitated by the wind.

If you look closely around you, in silence and complete stillness,

this wave movement seems to unfold in everything around us.

As if everything breathes a different rhythm.

The seasons, the flowers, that grow, that bloom and wither.

Every day is different, but the rhythm of an inhale and exhale remains.

Like here in this moment of silence,

I enjoy everything that comes and goes.

A butterfly flutters by, the birds sing their song.

They come, and go.

Where words wish to capture desires in eternity,

such as: forever or maybe even never again.

It blocks the original flow of the rhythm, of coming and going.

Agreements, promises, conclusions and beliefs.

When we love: forever. When we hate: never again...

In your deeper energetic layers, this is never forgotten, but stored and it may shape the rhythm of a next life.

It carries through all our lives, unlimited by life or death.

These are the lessons we are allowed to learn.

The lessons we have imposed on ourselves.

Without realizing it has consequences.

While it needs healing, to be without judgment again,to experience everything around us without judgment.

The true treasure lies in judgment-free observation.

A deep sigh.

The tree sways.

A picturesque view.

That comes and goes.

Each day is different, has a different rhythm.

But remains in essence the rhythm of life.

I observed, I appreciated, without judgment, everything around me.

I gave thanks, for this beautiful day. Yes, I am grateful.

But I appreciate it all the more.

Two people, walk in the distance. They are leaving.

In this moving painting.

The tall grass, that falls and rises, on the movement of the wind.

The reeds further away, sway to a different tone.

The trees are dancing a different dance today than they will tomorrow.

It is a wave movement.

Are you pushing against, or flowing along?

How beautiful would it be, if you flowed gracefully with the rhythm, the waves of life?

Love,

Lisa Louise