All Is Already Sacred

Some suffering is deep and wide.

Some wounds take time and patience.

Some might remain unconscious.

Some might be ancestrally collective.

Some pain is impossible to put in words.

Some suffering is so silent and hidden,

Protected fearlessly like fragile flower

Of the innocence that got fragmented.

The wound felt even in uterus of the Universe,

Divine Nature so enraged against our Culture.

Ignorant humans that have forgotten naively

The authentic value of interconnected love.

How did you manage to forget it all?

To fall asleep so deeply in the dream?

Why did you surrender your desires

To the illusory truth that is not yours?

How could you abandon our own soul?

What fears outgrew the purity of love?

What lies did you create to break free

From your own guidance and power?

What was your sacred motivation in here

Behind such foolish, dangerous moves?

What intended ecstasy your soul wanted

By offering the entirety of you to all of it?

In the eternal dance of light and shadow,

Truth waits, veiled, in the deepest depths.

Yet in the stillness of the unseen realms,

It calls, whispering our forgotten names.

In each step, we journey forward mystery,

Into the unknown with our eyes wide open.

With hearts ready to embrace emergence,

The raw sacredness that life keeps hidden.

To feel the bliss of selfless existence,

To intimately connect with the whole,

To embody the reality in deep Nature,

To transform wonder into endless joy.

The full transparency of the ego

Can make you blind to what's real.

Your resistances will absorb the light

To project the shadows into the matter.

It's all part of the same and usual dense

Chaos of pure Light in Ordered Shadows.

Your body and all the "physicality" around

Are made of Soul, reshaped by structures.

Without heavy density and the grounding,

You cannot yet experience the reality fully.

Your energy is everything and everywhere,

But, you are not able to enjoy it in you truly.

To touch the Earth with bare naked hands,

To feel the pulse that beats so deep inside,

To let the sacredness of form bloom again,

To remember what it is to be held in love.

If your spirit escapes outside your body,

You are indeed in ultimate freedom of being.

You may become whatever you can desire,

But, you might still find it very disturbing.

The true sovereignty is a very clever concept,

Be very careful and wise if you pray God for it.

The path the universe may offer you to get there

Might be more interesting than you can imagine.

There is a reason why our prison feels normal,

Why most prefer only to freely dream, not act.

They think about many things and wild wanting,

But, do very little in reality to see the raw truth.

So many misunderstand their own desires.

Most confuse the freedom and mere safety.

They want the protection of sure enslavement,

But ask God to be free, with no ability to respond.

They seemed confused and maybe in pain,

To realize that real freedom is not safe at all.

It has absolutely nothing in common with

Their usual sense of ego-driven security.

Freedom is not about a known comfort.

Freedom is mainly about your inner power.

But, accessing this kind of sacred Source

Requires you to be accountable for real.

Freedom calls for a steady choice of love,

Its rhythm rooted in a hidden dedication.

It's not a chase for numbing ease or pleasure,

But a return to the very core of the deep soul.

If you seek freedom to deny participation,

To hide from your involvement with the Life,

To secure your survival without commitment,

You might suffer a lot if you become truly free.

If you desire safety, don't ask for freedom.

If you want freedom, ask to be responsible.

But if your thing is the comfort of the old known,

Maybe ask for a very good and fun slave-master.

The sovereignty you seek is not a trophy,

Not a crown to place upon your head.

It's the sacred burden of the creator,

The weight of worlds your choices shape.

To claim your power without responsibility

Is like wielding fire without respecting flames.

The greater your reach into creation's forces,

The deeper your duty to serve what's beyond you.

Many desire the glory of their own throne,

But tremble at the cost of true command.

Every choice ripples through the cosmos,

Each thought you hold transforms reality.

True sovereignty means standing in your power

Over your own silly reactions first and foremost.

To rule yourself before attempting to guide others,

To master your fears before claiming the mastery.

There are no small choices in consciousness—

Each decision either affirms or denies your power.

To reclaim inner sovereignty means to fully own

Every creation you've manifested, dark and light.

To step into freedom is to embrace naked unknown,

With openness in your heart and trust in the unseen.

To hold the tension of incomprehensible paradoxes,

To walk on the edge of what you have yet to accept.

To be free is to have the unshakable faith

In the subtle voice of your inner knowing.

It's about the courage and the willingness

To surrender yourself to your own desires.

So many have corrupted their deep souls.

They all suffer from the same wounding,

This pain of losing inner sovereignty

For the sake of survival and safety.

They have abandoned their own inner powers

Just to protect their sense of dear ego survival.

They have rejected pure love because of fears,

And now they wonder why they feel powerless.

The funny paradox of our endless coexistence:

Wishing for the magical transcendence of Light,

Believing that real God lives somewhere else, far,

And not in the darkest places of physical matter.

Everything you are is already super divine,

Everything we are is sacred and all perfect.

The entire shared reality is woven and made of

The absolute frequency of our love unfolding.

There is literally nothing else except true love,

In all its impossible forms and strange shapes.

There is only Light that dances in such waves,

To project colorful shadows of our deep desires.

It's an endless game of perpetual change,

The eternal reconfigurations of knowing.

Consciousness playing with its Mystery,

Never repeating what was already done.

In each new breath, life unfolds its wings,

Inviting you to soar wide, yet to stay rooted.

To embrace the unfamiliar, not as a threat,

But as the canvas upon which we cocreate.

If you feel like you live in the same movie,

This means you are stuck in your old fears.

You are like a "dead" soul that has a body,

Terrified of the unknown transformations.

You identify more with your self-made ego,

Your limiting beliefs create your old future.

You have no idea what raw power feels like

When your soul is touching the wild freedom.

You are scared of your own deep essence.

You are surrendering to your own illusions.

You have cocreated many parallel realities,

To better hide, deny and numb your shame.

The shame about what, you might wonder?

About declaring the war to your own self,

About choosing to fight instead of loving,

About preferring cowardice to the power.

And, even that, you must learn how to love,

To accept, to welcome and to fully honor.

All the parts of you that have been lost

Deserve the same compassion and care.

The true power hides behind your inner prison,

And there is no escape from your soul's desires.

Step into the truth, embrace what you are really,

And watch as your spirit comes alive into forms.

The healing begins with self-acceptance,

With holding, not fixing, the fractured parts.

Every lost piece is worthy of untamed devotion,

Each fragment is a part of the same sacred whole.

Everything you have rejected or blamed until now

Is still part of our shared living web of experience.

You simply asked the universe to show you better

The limits of your false perception in more colors.

The judgment is a very funny strategy and tool,

The soul adores using it to create its challenges.

By condemning and humiliating our shared reality,

You reprogram the same "fun" on your own path.

Be very mindful of your wishful thinking,

Especially the one that criticizes the other.

Your beliefs based on what you don't know

Might make your reality extremely hilarious.

But maybe not so much "fun" to your ego.

You might be reaping very bitter fruits now

From the ignorant seeds of your judgments

That you planted like wildflowers in our soul.

The forgiveness, the true love and the power,

Are all related to your own deep Self the most.

You can choose the sovereignty of cocreation

In every single moment of your eternal walk.

The suffering that once seemed so vast,

Now reveals itself as the sacred path home.

The wounds you carried through endless time

Were always portals to your own self-divinity.

Remember, in each breath, in each step:

There is no place where the sacred ends,

No single moment devoid of love's presence,

No part of you that was ever truly lost or broken.

The question was never "How to become holy?"

But "How did I forget I already am and we all are?"

Now, awake in the dream of your magical making,

Dance with the outrageous love that created it all.