are back to join, because we never really broke ..... eons and eons are sought, is prescient, smell, are recognized, nurtured, feel, dream, love, fly, play .... beyond the distance, the illusion of the matrix .... finally re-found .... melt and rise.
¨ young, gliding in the air at high altitude with his beloved.
stopped his fascinating look at those cliffs.
His heart did not want to leave.
From time to enjoy those ethereal landscapes,
both share the joy of ancient hand of his eternal companion,
a piece of soul was being distributed in every flower, every rock,
at each beach, in every blade of grass,
in each ply the starry sky
with your soul mate in those magical skies.
descended on a valley of emerald green and coral moss.
The thin waist shook his love.
The slight and fine cloth stroked his long fingers with a gentle breeze on your face.
Miro his eyes, bright and lit frofundos as aquamarine.
felt a twinge in his chest.
I do not see them again over the eons, for infinite time measures.
should leave, each in opposite paths,
until one day, after having served many lives,
in size different and different physical casings,
the Father-Mother Love will return to join, after completion of their missions.
They embraced, they projected the maximum possible interior light in each of their hearts.
A deep thrill revived the desire them to remain united for eternity, to become one being, as so often did, but the God of Love I speak from deep inside:
"The souls that are complementary, they always remain united, beyond the illusion and forgetfulness. "
Knowing that high would lose consciousness, he looked one last time.
" Remember what I am in my heart, take me with you as a living presence, "he said both, but without speaking. In those heights was not necessary.
" Do not get caught by the illusion. In the heights of consciousness is always there. flying together on these cliffs above these valleys, beaches and meadows.
eyes of the girl was being assaulted by a tear inappropriate,
understanding but transformed it into a feeling of hope soon again be together.
admitted to the size of the immeasurable distances and times,
dream of the illusion of age and die, oblivious to the fact
but then wake up, again watching eyes, as if they returned from a timeless dream.
slowly descends on the couple a light pink surrounds them.
then divided into two.
Areas retire to opposite parts of the sky,
but rather than go away and separating between galaxies and stars,
a tenuous rope light will prolong from one to another.
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