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Nephthya

Magic Wings

I would move only ever so slightly
I had no head
I was no flower
nor tree
United with others like me
we would dance slowly side by side

I would open myself to light
like a blossom
then close again
to the depths
Always in perfect symphony
our branches of color would reach out

Back then when I was living
in the deep
as part of Nephthya

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The Walls

Sometimes hazy Let the Walls Fall

Often lonely

Days of summer
Gone too early
Early mornings
I never see

So easily
What there could be
In the darkness
The dreams I make
So colorful
Day’s hustles break

Strings in the night
Bring love purely
Winter feelings

Dancing lively
I remember
When we were all
So bright and close

Let the walls fall

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Sunset

sunset
You were a dream
I had my bones
now I have soul
so I found yours.

I watched the thousandth sunset
maybe even more
but to see its glow in your eyes…

You had your faith
I was a dream
you’ve seen me coming
when I got free.

The magic you give
is never forgotten
you get to hold it in your heart…

You’ve seen me speak
you’ve heard my smiles
Your voice I adored
for long hours.

Another moment passed
waiting is sweet as orange sky
and every day we’re one step closer…

I wear the dress
you have a smile
we dance together
for just a while.

Every sunset has a different tone
but they all merge in one energy
the song of a sunset

and we’re here now…

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Forever Always Me

16 I like the quiet looks

I like the silent parks

I like the morning softness on my pillow

I like the million noiseless wishes

I like the moments that are still

I like the movements that are fully felt

I like my stupid voices arguing inside

I like me sometimes when I smile in a way

that no one else but me can understand

I like the way it feels when I recall a dream

completely without images

I like when I feel

I like that I feel more than I don’t feel

I like the way I realize things

that others say aren’t there

I like that I know my fears

and that I know what I no longer fear

I sometimes wish I could share all this

other times I like that I’m the only one like me

I guess when I wish that someone understands

my true desire is to see some me in some else

I like that I’m just me

because I wouldn’t know

how anything else feels

that’s why it’s always me

forever always me

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Negative Thoughts = Dangerous?

I realised many of us are afraid of our own thoughts. But that’s resistance and what we resist, persists, right? So it’s OK to think even negative thoughts. The important part is do we think they are true or not.

It’s OK to dream and visualise. Mentally we can allow ourselves to “do” whatever we want at the moment. There’s nothing to be afraid of, nothing to feel guilty for.
We can think about what we want right now, what we wish, what we would like to do. Then we need to ask ourselves: “Is it really what I want? What is my intuition telling me? What would someone who love themselves do?” Then we can act. =)

There’s no need to worry when we act according to our feelings. Good feeling = intuition. That’s our compass.

So first if I want to do something, I can do it mentally and then ask myself, how do I feel about that.

+ We don’t need to worry about making mistakes. Because there is no such thing. ❤

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I Always Knew It

And then I knew it.
I wanted to see and experience and know those amazing worlds. Worlds where the sounds were vibrant and colours pure . Where the clouds in the sky always brought beautiful images. Where sounds were the tones of piano and chimes and the chirp of birds. Sounds were images and images were flavours.

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The worlds in my dreams and the worlds in my thoughts. Those which were too courageous to think. Those which my mind almost forgot.

I wanted to replace my world, where the colours were dull, sounds too loud and buildings too tall. Where on the 12B floor people with foggy minds were shouting at each other.

With the worlds where the me is also the you.

I want to paint, to always add and never complete the picture from my thoughts, those which were too weird to think. All those which I thought and then forgot. All those which came to me after my dreams in crystals. Those which I found under my pillow each morning.

I know I can make these worlds real. I know i can make them right here. Now.

And I always knew it…

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