For this second coming, I call you to immerse yourself in this meditation video for you to find yourself and your joy in this life.
As always, it is my wish that with every breath you may find a way to be eased off distress.
Sincerely,
Alyona
For this second coming, I call you to immerse yourself in this meditation video for you to find yourself and your joy in this life.
As always, it is my wish that with every breath you may find a way to be eased off distress.
Sincerely,
Alyona
Psst. Yes, you. I have a proposition for you. Why not relax and enjoy being in the moment. You have nothing to lose except your anxiety.
Click on the video below, and let yourself sink in the same way I did as I stared at the centre of the image. Quite relaxing!
Seven tears doeth the maiden weep
down into the sea.
Harp in hand,
gentle strokes carry her will
through the waveless deep
and to the sky starlit.
Seven pleas doeth her heart seep,
fading into the scenery.
Seven years since her beloved
donned his skin and disappeared
to be with the fish.
Neither there nor here –
dwelling in the inbetween where nothing is real,
yet it all lives and has its being.
Deem it a dream –
a heartbeat of torment perpetual.
It is madness viewed through the eyes of the eternal –
a foreign iconoclast so closely distant.
Dancing in the breeze like some aethereal sylph,
the heavens sing and the heart screams;
for the watcher has forgot to be human.
Feather feet tickle the blackened reflection of forgotten regions.
The fathomless mirror weeps with tears of oblivion
as the mystic voice of some divine creature denudes with tender touch
the skin seared in the truce of sweet perdition.
Silken vocals wrought from the salt of reasonless reason
declare war against the bearer of gentle breeze and warmth of spring
that if the bosom dare be tranquil still,
thorns of nightshade and opium dreams will unearth the graves of youth-besotted shards
beclothed by the deranged pure minds of the sheltering lamps
in a world of dark delight.