In the heat of a midsummer dream

To honour coming day of Solstice

Lady Night was praying to Skies

For quenching the thirst

Of the ground

Cracked from the drought.

The natural innate desire of the soul

To break free from the grip

Of a fake reality

Woven of many non-owned thoughts

Was inviting to step away

From the concrete walls.

Few more steps up and

The unquestionable knowing

Leads along the narrow path

Through the hill field

After the rainy night

Covered with myriad

Of silver-shining droplets

Hanging from the bentgrass.

My steps are slowing down,

The breathing intensifies...

Here, in the field lit by the modest sunshine

Of the solstice morning

I enter different world.

In timelessness

With a sigh coming from depths of the heart

The soul expresses contentment.

Mother Gaia opens her heart

Of unconditionally loving Beingness and

Exposes her secrets of fragile,

Enchantingly shining crystal beads,

As well as the secret of our

Innate essence.

By leaning closer to the ground

I immerse in the realm of shining tiny crystals

And the soul intimately connects

To the Sacred Ground of Being –

The place where she came from

Into this complex world.

“How to be?” –

The question arises again and again

On a never-ending journey of the soul

Which is trying to break free

Through the layers of density.

“Remain still”.

Like the wisdom remains still

In those reflecting morning sunlight

Countless tiny crystals

Sprinkled over this enchanting field

By the breaking Dawn.

From my loving heart ❤️

Asya