Novi dan, novo svitanje. Nova vrsta vrućine. Opet je sve novo. Sve pleše u ciklusima. Ciklusi se izmjenjuju, i oni su novi. Iako cikliraju! Ali ne bi-. Višestruko ciklički vrti se sve, dok mi u glavi ne zavrti se.

Guru kaže (ono što sam ja čula da je rečeno): jedino što želim je vidjeti osmijeh na tvom licu. Jedino što želim postići u ovom svijetu je da si sretan/sretna.

A što mi kažemo? Guruji, daj nam Atma Gyan (vrhovno znanje).

On kaže: želim ti da si sretan. A mi kažemo: Guruji, daj nam vrhunsko znanje.

Treći put valjda ne moram ponavljati. Jasno?

Um plete pričice i zabavlja se sam sa sobom. Ja mislim da je to tako.

Ma tko si ti uopće? Kamoli da i misliš?

I tako sam ja pomislila… Svašta ja pomislim, često to mi se događa. Pomislim da je nepravda načinjena, pomislim da zaslužujem drugačije. Pomislim da nešto NIKADA neće proći. A Rundek pjeva kako vrijeme ide i ideeee. Trošimo Bogu dane, a opet, ako vrijeme ne postoji, i ja sam isto dio boga, tko kome krade što?

Sve se može potvrditi kao što se sve može negirati. Ali ne, neke stvari mi ipak ZNAMO da su takve kakve jesu.

Zamisli da si neopterećena poput djeteta, a da imaš pristup svom znanju svijeta i svih svemira. Zamisli da se u svakom trenu iznutra smiješ, čak i kad ti se suzice kotrljaju niz obrazić. Zamisli. I sada budi. Budi sada. Odmah sada. Ni trena kasnije. Sada. Upravo sada. Upute (pročitaj, pa napravi): Zatvori oči. Opusti lice, pusti svakoj misli koja leti, misleći da je pošta za tebe, da odleti gdje hoće. Pusti se. Neka prođe par minuta.

Otvori oči.

Toliko misli je došlo odjednom, bajke su se počele raspredati same. Kad nam je um kao ljepilo za misli. Misli dolaze i žele otići, ali um ih odluči zadržati i reći: Moja si!

Idem ja pjevat’ o svome škoju. A ti gdje god da jesi, ako ne znaš pustiti misli da same odlaze, zadrži one lijepe. Sanjari o lijepim mjestima i ugodnim riječima, nemoj pustiti da zamišljanje postane željenje. Zamišljaj i budi tamo svim bićem. Opusti se na plaži iz snova. Zagrli princezu svog srca. Jedi najfiniji kolač s pet vrsta krema, bez krivnje. Postani svoj san.

Baš te volim. Jer si dio mene. A sebe volim najviše od svega.

 

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A new day, a new dawn. A new kind of heat. Everything is new again. Everything dances in cycles. The cycles come over and over. They are also new. Even though they cycle. But not bi-. Multiple cycling occurs in circles, until my head spins.

Guru says (what I heard being said): the only thing I want to see is a smile on your face. The only thing I want to achieve in this world is that you are happy.

And what do we say? Guruji, give us Atma Gyan (the supreme knowledge).

He says: I want you to be happy. And we say: Guruji, give us supreme knowledge.

There is no need to repeat a third time. Clear?

The mind keeps weaving stories and entertains itself. I think it is like that.

Who are you anyways? And to even think?

So, so I thought… I think a whole lot of things, it happens to me often. I think there is injustice, I think that I deserve better. I think that some things NEVER come to an end. And Rundek (a Croatian singer) sings how time flieeees. We are spending God’s precious time, and then again, if time exists not and I am also a part of God, who is stealing what from who?

Everything can be confirmed and negated. But no, some things we just KNOW that they are as they are.

Imagine being unburdened, as a child, but still have the access to the entire world and all the universes. Imagine to be laughing from the inside, even though droplets of tears are rolling down your cheeks. Imagine. And be now. Now be. Right now. Not a moment later. Now. Just now. Instructions (first read, then do): Close your eyes. Relax your face; let every flying thought that thinks it is post to be delivered to you, to fly away where it wants. Let go. Use a few minutes for this.

Open your eyes.

So many thoughts arrived, fairytales came into existence. When our mind is like glue for thoughts. They come and want to leave, but the mind decides to keep them and say:

You are mine!

I am going to sing about my island. And you, wherever you might be, if you do not know how to let go of thoughts, keep keeping the nice ones. Daydream of beautiful places and pleasant words, do not let imagination become wanting. Imagine and be in it with all your being. Relax on the beach of your dreams. Give your heart’s princess a hug. Eat the tastiest five-cream-layer cake without guilt. Become your dream.

I truly love you. Because you are a part of me. And me I love the most.