We are here and we hear you. You are walking in our light, dreaming in our dreams and connecting our thoughts. You dance with us through moonlights and seed the beats of times. As we do. You are singing our song, as we sing to you. We are a circle - a circle of time. A song line of the divine line.
Harmony was told to be boring and old. Money is our beat — rhythm and poetry: the harmoney symphony. Sign not sing. Obey, don’t dance. Believe nor experience. Sliced in sliced silos not breathing in bright beats. Bringing our soul back to black sounds. Misconception within missing concepts. How to function into the eternal function? Objecting obeying objects. Divided Divine moments, weeping within us. Giving us shelter in our bewitched wings. Forgetting signs. Are we able to sing this forgotten song again? When did we stacked it through time and burned your deep knowledge - oh mother. Please come back and stay with us. Lamenting our home, begone! Born home, forgotten in moments - the endless circle of time that holds us with its clutches — and gives us nothing to breath — no breath (no time) to sing. Harmoney has not sound. Soundless harmony. Ugly. You are ugly. And you are destroying yourself with harmoney. Did we ever forget to listen to the stars? How many times flew a bird across the dessert of oceans and did the canon ball fly to empty our ears and hearts. Too money times. The answer is always in our pocket. My heart can’t get enough. Our song silenced by the wind of time and buried in every moment. Harmoney.
Will we remember to walk in beauty?
Friendly sky line. Berlin, April 2024
Us. It’s us and in the U.S. and so familiar to us, that we can sing this love song. Easily. An ease to tune in and pleased to unfold endless moments back to our self to come back. Surfacing through the soul whole of time. When we left to seek harmony on earth. A place where harmony is a moment, a collective effort, not a dream. Sing. The place where we can tune in together and can hear our beautiful voices and hearts.
Not a bad place to experience us, heal us and feel us.
Not a bad time to tab into our energy of vibrant collective love.
As we gather, we become a spiritual ceremony. We gather to sing our love song and invite our spirits to join in with us. To jam with us. To sing a love song to our un.iverse, the mother of time, our womb of life.
We sing our song again and again, we dance our beats again and again - and we lose us in time, now and now. Again is time to wake up and to tune in. UN.inversal. Not a joke. But an essential need - our beat. Jam with us. Child.
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This is a collective awakening. Life is our song and in our super-power. Our power is our super heart. Just that. We do now and tomorrow. And we ask our spirits to join and to unite with us. Into our shared harmony. A better place. A healed place. Shalom.