I feel that the greatest writings come from the soul. They speak for themselves; they do not need the monotonous endless string of verbs and adjectives…I don’t know….there is just something about them that sparks the magic within. It moves me in a way that leaves me speechless. Great artistry, whether it be the music sheets of Brahms sweeping through the dusty sidewalks and ragged edges of time, or Akiane Kramarik, a beautiful soul expressing the divinity of creation through her paintings…in these moments when I stumble across these works, time becomes timeless. Beauty transcends our overly fast-paced society, and blossoms its buds into a fully formed flower.
It is our innate ability to innovate, to create…to express fully what is within ourselves. Go for your dreams. Don’t expect anything, simply trust in the universe, in your own innate power. This power is your birthright. In those silent moments when awareness floods our sleeping consciousness, we remember that this was never given to us, nor was it ever taken away. It is, simply and beautifully, who we are. And we are eternal.
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