Back To The Roots

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All layers peeled off. Letting go of stories that no longer serve the whole. Not just one. All of them. A long term vision found. Anchored in the soul. The neutral human body finally could see the screen of truth. The unique truth. From an own angle. Not just any perspective. Standing tall. Confident. Feeling relieved. Luggage gone. Freshness in the air. Like a first day in Spring. Beautiful clean energy. From the inside out. 

No longer identified with other people's labels. Like products in a shop waiting to serve the buyer. They only believed what they have been told. Time has come to label oneself. Unfolding maximum potential. With ease and grace. The roots were waiting for this all their lives. A point of return, expected and longed for. The screen did not need a button to be pushed. It happened all automatically, the start of the next series of messages. 

A modern outlook. The essence ready to be received. The body was focused on the unfolding. Words attracted by the mind. Not just any words. The best words. Found in the universe. Telling a new story. A whole new story. Founded on roots that never fail. Stable ground. 'Who am I?", said the screen. The human body smiled. Really? From here it could define all outcomes itself. Picking out every little part that would build its future. Independent. Reliable. 

Female or male. Artist or accountant. Long hair or short hair. Confident or afraid. Black or white. Tall or small. Introvert or the opposite. Sad or happy. Republican or democrat. Smart or rather average. Honestly it did not really matter. The importance was that the story was told anew. From a unique point of view. One that felt good. To the bones. The body learned quickly. New methods of thinking and feeling. New being. New beliefs. 

The who am I scene was predicted. Written in the sky. The birds were flying back to their homeland. Gracefully elegant. Changing of seasons. From winter land to sunny landscapes. Like roots finding their inner circle. Part of a chain. Running smoothly. Faithful. Like a dog and his master. Belonging together. The who in the story became the subject and actor in the main part. The am followed naturally. The I observed and found synchronicities in the who.

"We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots."  (Jiddu Krishnamurti)

By Liesbeth Leysen