something precious to grow carrots

I wrote the following text one year ago. Now I read it again and found out that it´s still actual. A passionate message written to stimulate all to love all and be alive!

Something precious to grow carrots

The new challenge we have now is about learning to really receive life as a gift.

It’s a confession that we are vulnerable and also a celebration because of that.

We – all sorts of earthlings - are something to protect .

That’s the only thing we can and have to do at this very moment,

otherwise we will be remembered (if there will be someone left to remember..)

as those dumb creatures who messed everything up.

This is actually not a real reason to change..

The reason for now is now.

To see all those vulnerable creatures suffering a lack of attention and love.

We need strength to really look in the yearning eyes of our beloveds.

I myself just want to play my role on this earth of a woman

I just feel like I’m beauty to fight for

something precious to grow carrots

a sweet little goddess

a warm caring mother

a tender lover of God.

I´m angry that we all think there’s so little space left to be.

We are wandering around in our minds, lost in the idea of our selfs,

trying to make it true again and again. It’s a sickening game.

Dumb and intelligent at the same time.

Something to laugh about until our ego´s die!

How is it possible that I only just found out that living is something to do in this moment?

Something to do with my very own hands?

Working in the garden, making fire..

To take care.

To keep myself warm and alive for this world, our wounded beloved.

Our body’s are made out of her!

It’s like some human-beings are cannibals..

So very destructive towards what makes our existence possible.

Towards each other, there is so much fear and jealousy.

We´re feeling so amazing about the great great possibilities of our egocentric minds..

Like there is not enough light to share..

Whatever we get, it’s never enough.

We want to lay on our lazy backs.

We want our food to come walk in our mouths while we are sleeping

so we won’t taste it’s our own flesh we’re eating.

Now I’m getting real, working with the element earth, I’m also my own man, my own husband!

No one else is going to protect me but him…

I’m so amazed by his beautiful love

My warrior with his strong hands, his soft eyes..

We feel so strong now we take the responsibility for our own flesh again

It’s like every moment is our baby =)

Om Namah Shivaya

Just bowing for the projection of Shiva,

the destroyer of all that´s useless,

making place for this transformation

of love .

Love!

L´aura