Healing
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I remember a time, when all in my reality seemed to not even be a pale reflection
of who I dreamed I could be but simply a never-ending foolish fever.
The inner sky clouded by fearful memories, was reflecting a fire ignited by insidious insecurities created by a young restless mind.
Then, on a cold winter morning as the wind was dancing with the trees a soothing feeling came over me, filling me with just...silence and a clear open space.
For the first time I could see the invisible.
I could feel the bliss.
I could feel love.

I cried what seemed to be a river of gratitude, hoping it could reach the broken hearted. Hoping it could quench the thirst of all the lonely souls.
For love has to be shared as the Water of Life.

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Love,
Sylvie

Dear Sylvie,

Thank you. This is incredibly
sensitive and beautiful.

Love, Inda

Thank you Inda!

Love,
Sylvie