When I feel that what is deeply buried wants to break open, wants to go into liberation at this turn of time, what we did not dare to touch years ago, decades ago or in past lives, then I gather all my courage and go within.
I then follow a delicate inner chant like a fine trail of fog leading me to the encrusted nodes.
This luminous mist gently bursts them open in its rhythm, in its tempo – for the unshakable power of love, so that transformation and healing may happen – independent of time and space and yet at the same time deeply rooted in the human.
All this may happen from the delicate mists of light.