Hope

Hope.

We were alive, we were happy, we respected the differences of one another, we valorised the gifted people around us. We were finally honouring the soul in each one of us. It was a dream, a dream of hope, what was most important was to end up the day, with each second lived fully, pain, joy, bliss, hurt.

We are moving but we dismiss our soul from our entity, we use smiley but we don't smile hey! We pretend to respect the other while we feed thoughts of hatred, our minds bear embryos of hate. We take pictures of nature and we forget the wisdom it brings us, how great it is to feel unified as components of this bouquet.

I learnt this week, the true meaning of a word : Sobriety. Being clear headed. The antonym of overconsumption, the hope that we can share a piece of our possession with someone who has been imbalanced, because we are greedy! How everything we do is interrelated with people all around the Mother earth.

Hope spreads like rain, when we see how children just love one another, give heartfully what was theirs to make their friends happy, when their eyes shine when they talk about meeting the one with whom they have a bond of mutual affection. Hope is when we get through this furia of intolerance and we get to understand that we all have RED BLOOD.

Practising sobriety is hard, relaxing this ongoing state of worry is possible, change hate to love is available at the soul’s grocery, do you want to take some. You already know WHY. We know the language of our Hearts.