Day 3 - like Poetry sang down from the clouds

"Peace inna time of war, War inna time of peace.
Feeling the edge under the feet, being the edge in this world.
My word is transferring the wisdom of stars, to become what we already are.
You see me or not, it doesn't matter but listen to what I offer:

When the frequency is right, and you are in the moment of Now,
not looking back, not forth,
anything becomes possible,
yet everything is already there.
Already built. Already created.
Already mapped out & designed in the Masterplan of the unspoken truth.

Why are we live?
Why do we breath?
Why we wonder, create & destruct?
It is the flow of nature,
the beat of the universe,
the stillness of the silence,
in between the lines.
There, everything transforms,
it evolves no matter the outcome.

In everything,
you just have to remember:
the phoenix who rises out of the ashes,
the flower which wants to flourish,
the seed who wants to break trough the soil,
the baby-bird waiting to fly.
It is everywhere:
in each moment,
in each experience,
in each breath
& in each second of being.
It is what they call becoming.
Become what you already are.
Remember who you always have been.

It is this, dear friend,
what keeps you separated from the puzzle.
Riddles can circumvent your mind to see behind.
The mind projects into the future & reflects on the past,
but the present it will never last.
So, keep going, young student,
keep breathing, keep seeing.
It comes and goes.
And the phoenix is born and dies,
just to breath again.

The bell rings.

Fred wakes up. Blurred by poetry, the cold water of the shower boots up his system.

Fred.

These are the Letters of Bodhilama, a guy who lives in a time of transformation.
A guy who felt the urge to write, because nothing else made any sense.
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