Spiritual Blogs

To day...

I see the old Red shoes dancing in a corner of the black ballroom.

Existence...

Red shoes glowing, dancing in circles around an Orange left behind on the squared floor.

Childhood...

The Orange is spinning in the air turning into a Yellow quince that spreads a strong fragrance of a gentle grandma singing in the middle of a starry night about forgotten stories.

First day of school.

Yellow apples sleeping in the morning sun. Long golden hair hiding the tears rolling on the sad red shoes. Shiny dances are not allowed anymore. Is the right time for learning to hide, learning to lie, learning to smile while  hearts cries.

Days goes by and the Yellow hair is now melting in the Green grass, A funny laugh is echoed by the flowers dreaming in the field of broken innocence.

The first kiss...

Green leaves are falling like snowflakes in the rhythm of the music played on a violin strings. The wind is dancing on the sound of two hearts beating like one. Silence now... Green eyes are sparkling while shy lips are gently sealing a kiss. Are we still friends in the Green spring ?

Summers are running in circles, chased by winter hunters,,, We are ! – spinning, kissing and laughing - until the day we kissed for the last time, under the Blue autumn crying sky: "I’ll wait for you! Write down your heart on Blue paper butterflies."

A hard day’s night...

Blue letters are now forgotten in the large bag of a mailman who never rings twice. Blue early Mondays starting with hot coffees and Blue shirts. The red shoes are dreaming about the days of glory, surrounded by black high heels shoes sleeping in a never-ending closet. Blue working days vanishing away pieces of my life, Blue tears washing away the sweat... But at night I am searching the Indigo skies for a better place – a place somewhere over the shiny stars... Where are you ?

A tango in the night...

The red shoes are sparkling again, embracing the dark blue fabric of the long dress. I am ready now, ready for heaven, ready for hell, ready to dance again. Candles are burning away the light in the ballroom. I see the shadows of our youth fading in the Indigo night. We’re seeking in the dark for each other in a terrible wild dance until our hands are touching again and our eyes are shining in the dark of the room like two  scratched diamonds.  Red shoes, dark blue dress, our hands, our skin in flames, our spin... our Violet flame setting the room on fire, melting and transforming, giving birth to a new reality. A new world born in the perfume of a field of Violet flowers reflected in the sparkling light of our eyes.

Just be...

How long have we been sleeping ? What have we done ? How long is the road that we have to walk until we will be finally home again ? How many smiles we shared with others and how many tears we hide in ourselves ? Did we forgive and did we love ?

We seek the answers in the violet flowers growing in our hearts.

Take my hand and follow me into the Ultraviolet space

This dance is forever...

Let’s leave this ballroom and step into garden shaped in Ultraviolet formes... Let’s dance through dreams without boundaries... Let’s spin the circles around this squared floored ballroom and fly away while spinning on the spirals of lives...

Seven steps ago, we were dancing below.

One step ahead, we will be dancing beyond.

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