Unbelievable rhythm

Not only did I post this in the wrong place previously, I wrote a short description from my head. It didn't convey what I felt in my heart and therefore seeded confusion. Flamenco often makes me cry and transports me. I seeing the dancing, weaving rhythms as elemental in nature, the performers faces are often twisted with emotion. As I sit in the present enquiry of expressing authentically from the heart, I feel intense emotion in my heart and throat as I write this. I feel as if my body could explode, that it's such a tiny container for the scope of my soul...Very tellingly, when the flamenco troupe comes together in effortless cocreation, the energy is propelled to dizzying heights.

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Like a Turner painting,

The equanimity and repose seems to be over there,

The shaft of soft sunlight dancing on trees,

The timelessly framed autumnal gold, Against a backdrop of lazy cloud,

A wainwright wooden struture or two, couched in mosaic stone wall,

A gentle allusion to a moment in time when my heart stood still,

Over there,

I see it, I feel it, the stirring of hot tears of desire,

But where do I go from here?

I am here and the landscape is over there,

That yearning of peace and fulfillment,

Like water teasing and draining through outstretched fingers,

In fleeting moments, unexpected, sudden stillness,

When the machine cogs stop,

When the dawning realisation flourishes and takes root,

There is here,

I am Turner and Wainwright and I am the landscape,

I am all those things and more,

All that is over there,

Is a mirror to my soul.

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Inspiration through the crown,

Let it trickle, spiral down,

Ground it, like a fine masala,

Manifest an icecream parlour,

The quantum haf no rigid rules,

there are no kings or queens or fools,

Just swirling possibilities,

Whatever the observer sees,

Generated from within,

Caressed and kissed by flaming twin,

Tweaked by synchronicity,

A fractal in a foaming sea,

Laughing, crying, matters not,

Alchemy's crucible burning hot,

Dragons dancing, cosmic waltz,

Andromedans, ( with all their faults),

We shriek and swirl and feel so free,

And bridge to this reality.

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The star people are with me today. I can feel them humming in my space, after coming in strongly during the glorious facilitator conference. It's almost beyond words to express joy and gratitude for the gifts we have all received and shared. So intense, yet so gentle and caressing. And the love radiates everywhere, reflected from the field powerfully in so many ways. I think about love, and a heart shaped rose petal floats down next to my coffee cup. And as I thank the higher dimensionals ( and Bigfoot), a symphony of grace fills my chest;

 

Gaia, share your divine pulse,

dig deep and sing to your core,

Bring forth your divine song,

that we may dance, like elementals,

in the moonlight,

and cry tears of infinite gratitude,

come now rise, let us rise together,

strike the celestial chords of harmony,

align with God's heart,

and kiss the new dawn..