Cellular Reflections of a Childish Heart

I speak about the heart more and more

And when there is no mention of the word, all is still rooted from here 

The cerebral only to organize the letters and used to lay the constructed words on the page

The root however lays within the heart

Behind this heart of ours lays a path

At the end of this path awaits our spirit  

Beyond this spirit is the divine, commonly know as the heavens

That which can be experienced in this moment, in this lifetime.

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A closed hearted existence

The majority 

The cost is high for humanity and beyond

We suffer 
We burn
We drown

We starve ourselves of our true essence

We watch it daily

Yet it remains that the collective heart keeps its doors closed

Why?

What will it take to open?

How many need to perish, how much of our life do we continue to play the role of witness?

It is tiring

We have little time.

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Silence 

Stillness

There is no more radical act then this

If you want to change the world out there, then you must begin by changing the world that lays within

To change the world within, you must pause, learn to be still, to be silent, to become aware of the natural disasters that are occurring from the depths of you, from source

It is you. It is me. It is every cell within that is responsible and therefore has the power to shift our trajectory 

The external is a reflection of the internal 

So ask yourself, what am I reflecting?

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But isn’t the heart weak?

You are correct, but anything that has been closed, suppressed, unused, what else would it be?

If it hasn’t seen the light of day since single digits then when you open it today, it is not the heart of an adult, but that of a child that protected itself.