I have dreamt you and you have dreamt me.
We are starlight falling in and out of one another, and it does not matter that there is so very little to us; in fact, the less, the better, that the music of the spheres may sound through us: we have only to let ourselves be loved by the currents of starlight that are our breath and blood.
This may seem impossible. It may seem absurd. And perhaps it is. It is only this, that which unfolds, and perhaps it is all β’πΉπ²ππ ππ²πΏπΆπΌππβ’ than we have believed.
How to be so immense and so insignificant all at once.
When the dust of stars lands in your hands, and it is yours to build the lost temples, remember this. This β’πΉπΆπ΄π΅ππ»π²ππβ’ will be your blessing and your liberation, for how otherwise would we go on under the burden of responsibility, the weight of worlds depending upon our integrity, our perfection.
β’+β’
Be what you are, and be this now. There is no time for delay, no need for preparation. You have spent aeons becoming all that you are, and this is encoded deep within you.
You are this surrendered dance of yourself: you are already unbound and magnificent.
β’+β’
There are many ways of saying the same thing; there are many ways of approaching this heart that is Truth.
That is why the Deer has laid trails all over earth, leaving pathways this way and that way through the forests.
You shall have your own epiphanies, when the Lost Dimensions shimmer through into your existence. And you shall know these moments for what they are.
As you walk through the forest, at any moment the wild orchid might appear, and you shall hear its message. It is by our β’ππΆππ»π²πππΆπ»π΄β’ that the Temple unfolds.
-Elen Elenna
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