Listen to the songs you do not understand, so that you can hear what needs to be heard.
It was a clouded night when my human mind shattered and I danced somewhere between dream and watch. It seemed as if the song of truth woke me up singing something about my home. This song was not coming out of a mouth but instead from many eyes and ears. Yet, it was far less frightening than those with two eyes, two ears but many mouths. Eyes and ears sang: “We are the thread that keeps stars up in the skies. What your heart longs for is at a place where your home is. You are struggling as you forgot the home is here.”
Than, they showed me this picture – it was hanging on a dangerously poisonous ivy. This picture was mirroring me but as if I am looking through the green waters. The song of truth then continued: “This song found you as you need to hear it; you need to hear it as you are not afraid to hug the darkest of nights.” The song made it so that I could know, hear and see – ice bergs waving their white flags as their own waters drowned them as well as all the people that denied their surrender. Yes, people denied icebergs; they also denied animals that were rightfully gifted to plant their seeds on the very ice; with that, people denied their own home and, without a doubt, themselves as those that survived drowned in their own tears. All people were allowed to know what awaits, but they denied.
I was not threatened by this song of the truth as its severity only brought that much peace: “It is known if you understand and if you do not understand, but, it is also known if you pretend to understand and then many mouths start speaking falsities. This is known through each breath that you take. And then, when your breath leaves you, you will hear the song of truth again as then you will be looking at what is beyond the human life.”
It was that same cloudy night when my human mind shattered and I danced somewhere between dream and watch. I heard the song of truth and its eternal words shined: “Do not make a mockery out of talents you were gifted. You are allowed to be fed to clearly see the threads that keep stars up in the sky. When you see and when you hear, every distance is near. What your heart longs for is at a place where your home is. You are struggling as you forgot the home is here.”
Then I understood what was before the pictures shown in green waters. It was present.