h2>Dating : Religious
Tic tac, the time has arrived.
Always at night, when the most significant force starts to communicate in silence, I feel my thoughts and emotions taking away slowly my sleep, and with a gentle and a wordless voice, I open my eyes like I was expecting some mystery to be delivered to me.
My soul, A speechless dialogue within me, And I can’t stop it; a silent but vivid emotion awaken by the vibration I feel into my body; The depths path of my soul lead me to you, desiring to be a part of your harmony, a part of your symphony, and a part of your intimate vibes; with my sorrow that I shall use as a parchment, the night will speak to me, the silence will communicate with me, and the moon will energize me.
There must be hope for me in your diversity, where I shall find my salvation; there must be the part of me lost into your immensity.
Now that I think…
What am I absorbed in? When Walking in the garden, flowers around me, and a beautiful moon, a magnetic and radiant moon that just completed its circle into my body, my red crystals Express and informed me. When I smell the roses, trying to capture their essence, I wonder if they capture mine too or if they find their auras into me.
What am I smiling? When In the morning, I look up into the sky, the sun that lights up the day, and the songs of birds vividly amuse the melody of the world. Why is the ray sunshine making me smile? The smile that comes with no expectations, no reason to it but still influencing graceful and genuinely my feelings, maybe a way to say I’m thankful for its constant presence.
What am I speaking with? Now that I’m standing by the tree and saying nothing, but feeling. Asking by my look, were you alone, big and majestic tree? But, I could guess by one of the roots out and twisted like to make me know that you weren’t alone. I touched your skin, to feel it into my hands.
You look old, I said.
You’ve been here, in the garden for a long time. Yet, I’ve never felt the need to come and converse with you if not standing in your shade and benefit from the breezes that come to refresh your branches and flowers.
Why is that today I feel closer to you?
For the first time, I feel compelled to your mystery; I think I drown into your draft. Somehow, my soul conspires with you, piecing and recollecting all their vibrations, and makes the sound, a sound of a revived heart.
This is the hymn of my soul; This is the hymn to the truth. This is the chant of my heart, To you and the whole; this is the prayer.
This is the path to myself; This is the rise of my bold spirit. This is the bridge to you. This is the bound to the whole; this is the prayer.
I observe the vibrations and the rhythm and feeling the harmony; everything works so naturally.
Only when I melt myself into its diversity that I see there is no such thing, as usual, neither perfection in nature.
Into that night, I realize that the strong and the softness makes me wonder about the strangeness and the miracle of the universe inside nature. And for the first time in a while, I sleep with the knowledge that as the tree in the garden, as the moon in the sky, like the flowers, like the wind in the air, I am naturally connected to everything, and because of that, I might say; I am Religious.