Tag Archives: Love

Love – I believe – is the vibrational energy that runs in everything that our physical and the vibrational world is made of. Experiencing love as an emotional state is the highest vibration possible. When we feel love we are in alignment, in harmony with the true nature of our universe.

If you would know the boundlessness of your life

My dear ones. My loved ones. You wonderful sweet beings whose beauty I had a chance to cast my eyes and heart upon.

I truely wish for you, that you get more a sense of the limitlessness of what you could be. I so much wish, you start allowing yourself more and release your resistance.

Yes I would love you to have this joyful sense of – I am free – I can be whoever I want to be.

I would love you to say to yourself – as if you wake up from a long long sleep: “Wow, it is not the way that I thought it to be – not at all! Quite the contrary is true: all the effort – trying things, talking, doing – that I made so far, has led me away from me. No! it is the vibrational journey that will lead me to myself.

Oh yes sure – only because I am finally realizing this, all my resistance against being myself, that I collected throughout my life, will not simply vanish. But I trust that with time and effort I can release it and start thinking thoughts that are more in alignment with my true self. Yes I know I can find a way to be more in alignment with who I really am. And first of all: Yes , I am me. I am me, and I will find out who I am.

Yes dear loved ones, I love you very much, but from now on, I will follow only my own bliss, not what you think is my bliss. I will not let anybody or anything define anymore who I am. Only me can know who I am and what I want.

And I follow my calling, because in the end that is really the only thing to do here during this beautiful life on this beautiful earth. I will follow my calling. I might stumble often, but believe me the times are over, where I believed that anyone or anything could limit myself. I can feel, how much there is to come from me. In so many areas. So much abundance. I am excited about this life. I am truely excited about this life. From now on I will use every experience to explore who I am and who I want to be.”

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What it means to be Free II

Nina Simone said that „being free means having no fear“. And then she says: „But there is more to it – that’s not all.“

Yes – exactly! Being free, means being in your power, in your true power. When you feel fear you are most seperated from your power. You believe in your own powerlessness in your vulnerability. When you are free – you know of your absolute power, you know of the eternalness of your soul, you are love, you are clarity, and most of all: You are you. There is no bondage but our own.

Did you hear this: THERE IS NO BONDAGE BUT YOUR OWN.

Abraham Hicks says:

The freedom that is being challenged here is not being challenged by the world, but by your perception of the world. You care too much what people think.

Being free means to allow outer conditions. If you are free you dont need to control anything, you dont need to try anything. Being free also means letting others be free.

Your power is in your focus. Your power is to create your own vibration. Your power is to practice your vibration so greatly that it becomes dominant under any given circumstances. Your power is to allow your own selfishness and only follow your own guidance. Your power is to be who you are, under any given circumstances. Your power is to maintain the connection with your soul under any given circumstances.

You are free to feel love, when someone hates you.

Yes, you have control over your thoughts and your emotions. You chose your thought. And that is all you need to be free.

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And the dreams that you dare to. Oh why, oh why can’t I?

Despite all the love for life, being alive can be hell. In search for deliverance you might dream to find peace outside of life. But you are not dead when you have died. You only stop being alive when you stop being connected with life.

See, there really is always a sun above the clouds, even if you never get to see the sun. It is there. It was there. It will be there.

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Jeevan ho (This is life) by Nepathya

This is the first part of a sweet Nepali song that I like:

Jeevan ho gham chaya, sukha dukha dubai huncha
jiban ho bina maya, chatpati taba huncha
samaya chakrama ghumi rahane ghadiko suero ho ki
nashama ghumi rahane kunai bhula ho ki
hasi hasi banchi dincha khushima nachi dincha
yehi ho ki yesko bani, yo jindagani
yo jindagani, yo jindagani, yo jindagani
yo jindagani, yo jindagani, yo jindagani
Life is light and darkness, happiness and pain go hand in hand.
When Life is without love, there is suffering
Is the needle of time turning in the circle of the seasons?
Is it a fault to remain spinning in the twist of love?
Smiling we live, in happiness we dance.
This is the way of this life.
This life, this life, this life.
This life, this life, this life.

You can listen to it here.

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The reconciliation in the beauty of the little things

Today again once more, I have experienced how little moments of kindness, authenticity, generosity can reconcile me with human nature. For all the deep disappointment and pain I sometimes suffer, because I so much long for people to be kind, compassionate, generous, authentic, lively towards me and others and themselves (!) – something very little can make up for it. And sometimes I am really so fed up with humanity. So sad, that people are so dominated by their fears. But then a glimpse of beauty is all it needs of for reconciliation. I love the human heart so much. So much!

So glad for being born!

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The little prince and the fox

The fox has been moving my heart since I first read the story. I think I love the fox more than anything.

“When the fox met the little prince and when the little prince met the fox:”

[…]

“My life is very monotonous,” the fox said. “I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”

[…]“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . .”

[…]

The next day the little prince came back.

“It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .”
[…]

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near–

“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”

“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . .”

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“Then it has done you no good at all!”

“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.”
[…]

There is definitely a fox inside my heart.
I love the fox.

Read the whole chapter here

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I love myself. I am not perfect.

I make great and small mistakes. I have strengths and weaknesses. All my life I will try to develop the Good inside of me & I will never become perfect. I may sometimes imagine, that I am or should be perfect. But that is also just one of my many mistakes. I also love myself for not recognizing or caring about my own or others’ needs. Because even when I am this seperated from the world I am just trying to serve life. Tragically maybe, but not any less beautiful.

I may not always be how I or others wish me to be like. Still I am in every moment of my existence one hundred per cent lovable – exactly the way I am. And I love myself even more the more authentic and unique I am & the less I comply with anybody’s standards about the ideal human. Through my joys and pains, through my needs and fears I only become the unique being that I am. In my human heart divine love intertwines with mortal fear. And that is for what I love myself unconditionally.

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I am here. I love you.

I am here. I love you.

You will march against your enemies to slay them brutally for all the wrong you think they have done?
Do that – I am with you, carrying your weapons and treating your wounds. I love you in your hatred and revengefullness.

You plunge in distraction and numbness to hide from one threatening thought?
Do that – I am with you, listening to your heart in your deafness. I love you through your aberrations and fears.

You are obsessively searching for healing and deliverance within your body?
Search – I am with you, watching over you. I love you in your helpless obsession and your bodily pain.

You are longing for one touch that will re-unite you with the flow of life?
Do that – I am with you holding your hand. I love you in your longing for a homecoming.

You are everything to me. Everything I love, that I find in you. Chose your path. I will always be with you. Nothing – absolutely nothing – you do could ever diminish my love for you. I love you for whatever you feel, desire and do.

And when loneliness comes hunting you, when my love for you seems nothing but a faint memory to you, then I love you the most and I am closer to you than ever.

I am here. I love you.

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The sunlight in the tear

There are those times,
when I cannot help but be in love with life.

This life is amazing.

So very short,
so very random.
And so very important to me.

My little sweet life.

What made me – the ME that I am – come here on this earth?
Who am I?
Am I any seperate from this world?

Sunlight glittering in the tear on your cheek.

Listen.
Sing the song.
Dance.

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Beautiful bird of paradise

I feel I have got to hurry to catch the revelation I have just experienced in words to write down here.

I have just read a blog entry and listened to a song. It took me like 20 minutes. And afterwards, my heart was deeply rejoicing and I was just overspilling with gratitude for my life.

The blog entry is by Jason Mraz. Read it here.

And the song I listened to is this one.

Read it, hear it – maybe you will understand.

What did I realize though, that I want to share so much? It is my love for beauty. And I am talking about deep beauty – not the ugly shallow version that most people hunt.

No its the deep beauty that shines through the words, face and body of a person who is making themselves absolutely vulnerable by being absolutely honest. Nothing could shake me more than being a witness of this, nothing could move me more, nothing could evoke deeper feelings of love and gentleness and gratitude and joy.

This world is such a beautiful place for me. So beautiful. Unbearably beautiful. Heart-shatteringly beautiful. And this is because of the eternal, limitless beauty that lies within each soul. The moment when words could never express how deeply I am touched to see beauty. I remember how Rumi wrote about Shams. Saying something like: „Shams – what can I tell you about Shams. The truth about Shams starts where words are silent.“ I made that up just now – but it was something similar to that.

The sad truth that comes along with this revelation is how the way that I am relating to many people again and again fogs my vision of that enormous beauty in this world. Seperates me from my true soul, from this world. Part of me is very angry at those people for „fogging me“. But in the end – I believe – I will realize that the creator of this soul-clouding-fog is me and noone else. It is the choices that I make that again and again banish me from the paradise within me and around me. I am the bird of paradise, it really is just a question of opening my heart to it. And the sad truth is, that as long as I keep that heart closed, keep creating all that fog around me, I am not the bird of paradise. I am both?

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