Who are you?
A little Pole
Where did you come from?
From the sub-space, where words have no meaning. Where logic isn’t with you and feelings give me strength.
This is roughly how this little tale should be now. We are not brain activity. What some politically correct people want to instill in us. We are not isolated from each other. Nor completely alone. Start feeling what your heart sings to you. And it sings every morning until you drown it out with your logic and bury the feeling with words.
Don’t kill your heart, because it tells you what you sometimes don’t want to hear? It’s your only true friend who has never left you, even in the most difficult moment. It whispers to you. Forgives you even if you do wrong. This is your “personal Jesus” who is with you forever despite everything.
Listen to the birds’ song. Maybe they have a song for you. Listen to the river’s murmur. Maybe through it, your heart speaks to you. Don’t forget that it feels you exactly. Feels what you say, even without understanding it.
Start becoming sensitive to nature. To life. We are all deeply connected. We talk to each other through feeling. Heart. We don’t know words there, because there’s no logic there, but we feel and can speak to each other through other life. Through other consciousness.
Listen to the forest’s song, the sea, or whatever lives next to you. What is it saying to you now?
It’s okay. It will get better. Don’t worry.
Greetings straight from the depths…
Your heart
