Wanahey

Walk in the confidence that you are Love.

Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori.

(Virgil, Eclogue X)

What better than reading "Wanahey",

listening to Aguila Real, Miguel Coiz and Julieta Ferrero's

"Wana Hey" that inspired this week's blog offering:

There is a sound

before language.

A breath

before prayer.

A pulse

before thought.

A bridge

among realms.

Weaving

from within

the unseen,

Touching

what we perceive

from without.

Wanahey.

Wana Hey.

Wana Heyo.

Not words

to be understood.

Syntony

weaving,

to be felt,

to be shared,

as an offering.

A remembrance

carried within.

A medicine

that the heart recognizes

before the mind

even figures it out.

Love conquers all.

Not by force.

Not by conquest.

Love conquers

because Love remains

when fear has exhausted itself.

Love conquers

because Love

has nothing to defeat.

Love only

needs to be.

With Love,

we are never alone.

Even in the silence.

Even in the wound.

Even in the night

when no hand

seems near.

Love is ever-present.

Breathing beneath us.

Holding what we cannot hold.

Calling us back

from the dream

of separation.

He who loves

is the most powerful.

She who loves

is the most luminous.

They who love

are migthy

beyond measure.

They who love

carry the power

of the holy grail.

They are fire

burning water.

They are beacons

of guiding light.

Their light is to be shared

and cannot be taken away.

For when there is Love,

there is no fear.

When Love enters,

we must yield.

Love is patient.

Love listens.

Love places its hand

upon that trembling place

whispering:

I am here.

You are safe.

You are not empty.

Love fills

all emptiness.

Love fills us

with presence.

With breath.

With the quiet knowing

that the path

is not outside us.

Love guides your path

because Love is the path.

With Love,

everything heals.

With Love,

everything is healed.

Not always

at once.

Not always

as expected.

Not always

by returning

to what was.

Sometimes healing

is the sacred art

of becoming whole

with what remains.

Sometimes healing

is the wound

remembering

it is also a doorway.

Sometimes healing

is the heart

opening again,

not because

it was never broken,

but because

even what was broken

could become

a window for the light.

Love loves all.

Love purifies all.

Love does not choose

only the beautiful.

Love does not bless

only the finished.

Love does not wait

for perfection.

Love enters

the ashes.

Love kneels

beside the forgotten.

Love touches

the hidden grief,

the ancient fear,

the child within,

the exile,

the anger,

the shame,

the part of us

still asleep

inside the dream.

And Love says:

Arise.

Awaken.

Remember.

There is a fire

that lives within.

A sacred fire.

An inner sun.

A spark

placed in us

before the first wound,

before the first forgetting,

before the first song,

before the first thread,

before the world

taught us

to be afraid

of our own light.

And this spark

carries fear away.

By illuminating

the place

where fear was hiding.

The light heals

the wound

in the heart.

Gently.

Patiently.

Like dawn

entering a room.

Like song

entering the bones.

Like a colourful flame

we breathe

from the center

of creation.

Wanahey.

Wana Hey.

Wana Heyo.

May this flame

guide all

who are asleep.

May it reach

the ones

who have forgotten

their own name.

May it touch

the ones

who believe

they are alone.

May it call

to the ones

who have mistaken

survival

for life.

Arise.

Awaken

from your dreams.

Not to escape the world,

but to love it

more truly.

Not to abandon the body,

but to inhabit it as temple.

Not to deny the Earth,

but to walk upon her

with reverence.

Live in beauty.

Live in strength.

Live in patience

and fortitude.

Walk in clarity.

Walk in wisdom.

Walk in the confidence

that you are Love.

Not becoming Love.

Not earning Love.

Not seeking Love.

You are Love

remembering itself.

You are Love

learning to breathe

without fear.

You are Love

walking home

through the human form.

So let Love

be the fire.

Let Love

be the guide.

Let Love

be the medicine.

Let Love

be the prayer.

Let Love

be the path

beneath all paths.

With Love,

all heals.

With Love,

everything is healed.

Love loves all

and purifies all.

Love conquers all.

Wanahey.

Wana Hey.

Wana Heyo.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is.