Maritreyo

20/02/2021 

...Was I again so full of Love, Joy & Laughter the past days from the communication and Love from these men in my life. It was surely incredible how it all came together again in synchronization of the Universe. I wanna be a dancer. A Dancer, hanging from the ceiling, flying through space in my own show of the Universe, arms spread widely in Love, flying, floating. I can see it I can feel it...shining, smiling, flying around like an Angel. This is what I want and this is what these magical souls who come into my life make me see - believe. 

As I had these moments, these feelings of Love. Of being in Love. Of Love. From Love. With Love. Inside of Love. Being Love. He fills my heart with light, joy and warmth. He makes my heart smile. I do. We do. Like a mirror. My heart is laughing ALL THE TIME in LOVE. 

Er bringt mein Herz zum Lachen und meine Seele zum Leuchten. Der Klang seiner Stimme hallt in mir wie der sanfte Ton einer Klangschale. Ja er klingt in mir. Seine Worte fließen durch mich, werden zu Regenbogenfarben der Resonanz, der Gedankenverknüpfung des Einswerdens in Liebe. Sein Lachen ist mein Lachen, wenn er in Freude berichtet im gleichen Moment meine Seele in Liebe und Euphorie mitschwingt, wie ein seidenes Band im Frühlingswind.

In Freude, in Liebe fließt die Inspiration von einer Hälfte zur anderen, vollkommen in sich, vollständig im Austausch. Aus einem Gedanken, einer Idee, einem Gefühl werden viele, alle, das Ganze.

Die Energien fließen ineinander, dürfen fusionieren, sich potenzieren, wachsen. Sie scheinen, sie glänzen, sie überstrahlen alles mit ihrer Leuchtkraft, als Glitzerstaub ziehen sie durchs Universum, verbinden sich immer wieder aufs neue durch die unbekannte Liebe zweier Seelen. Im Vertrauen, in Offenheit, mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht öffnete er mir das Tor zu seinem Herzen, einfach so. Ich bekomme das Gefühl wie eine plötzliche Erscheinung aus dem Nichts in sein Leben gepoltert zu sein und mich dort einfach ausgebreitet zu haben. Mit ihm. In seinen Gedanken, in seinem Geist, in seinem Herzen. Mit ihm. In seinem Haus, in seiner Stadt, in den Bergen, in seinem Leben ohne dass ich es hab kommen sehen oder hätte erahnen können.

Danke für das Öffnen der Türen zu deinem Zuhause der Liebe. In Liebe.

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  1. Maritreyo27 February 2021 at 07:47

    Liebe ist der Ursprung, der Weg und das Ziel <3 Herzlichen Dank! :o)

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