Author: J.H

  • The Sensuality Of Life

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    The deep undercurrents that lie within oneselfhold many answers to the questions we ask every day. The subtle feelings,the nudges and nods from both within usand the world we live in,can become a kind of treasure map to life. Where did we lose the ability to sense life?For it to be a pure, sensual experience.To…

  • Spiral of consciousness

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    Creation can be a little heavy at times.Like a spiral pulling you inward.All the noise, the echoes of mass consciousness. For the Master, it can sometimes feel like being out of tune with our own rhythm — our own essence. And perhaps that is because of how attuned we are to our beingness that we…

  • True Creation

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    What is true creation? This question alone can seem airyor philosophical,but really it is inbuilt into our beingon a higher level. It goes past manifestation.It goes past visualisation and intention. You could call it soul-level creation,where the human merely steps aside,leaving all of the distortionand the baggage it carriesto allow an experienceto unfold without intention.…

  • A New Way Of Sensing

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    Part One Something new has been emerging.Not forcefully or in the forefront,but something quiet.Subtle.Still waiting. It’s as if it is waiting for a stillnessto overcome me.It’s hard to name with words exactly how this feels.It is almost like describing a new experience you’ve hadwithout having anything else to relate it to. I can feel it…

  • untitled.

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    Free and unbound Clear, coherentCompass aligned True self alignedNo questions asked An inner stillnessBecomes palpable This inner coherenceShifts outwards Sharply changingThe world around A deeper feelingPresent A sense of lifeDifferent than before Is this true creation? J.H.

  • Between Worlds

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    An observation of the world we live in, written from the inside out—where the world, the body, and the self quietly meet. It was a bright and sunny day, and something in the world felt ready to exhale. Blue birds danced in the air as I made my way along the edge of the road,…

  • Kaleidoscope

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    Written from a moment of realisation. A glimmer and a shimmer, The way the colours bounce. The trees glistened, Birds whistled, Nothing stirred on the ground. Water droplets Change the refracting light— Oh how the world sees me. This is delight. My heart sang with the breeze, Skin prickled on end. The colours shaping now…