Everlasting,
endless dreaming
and marvelling
at the beauty of nature.
Nature is all we are.
And and all we are is nothing but nature.
Pure nature.
As souls once coming from above,
developing as happy, sad, funny, mad, complaining and satisfied human beings in a world of truths and lies,
and some day returning to our true roots
that is pure light
flushed by multidimensional perspectives of our infinite divinity.
Isn’t this magic?
Isn’t this beautiful?
Isn’t this all what finally counts?
How do YOU feel about this?
(Impulse from the listening higher self, 22.03.2019, Birgitta Borghoff)