זרִיחַתָה.

בינתיים הנה שיר שכתבתי במהלך אחד השיעורים, בתהליך שהיה מדהים עבורי. יום אחד אספר גם עליו.

Laced Wings

 A Healing place

Laced wings, I always knew I have them

I’ve probably hidden them too well that I almost forgot that I have them

Just the little bump I felt every time I touched my shoulders reminded me that there’s something there, but I wasn’t quite sure what that was

Being rooted for me is having a freedom, having the ability to fly

Fly very close to the fire, trying hard not to get burned

? You think it’s an oxymoron to be rooted and fly

? What if flying close to the light is the only way you can feel connected to your golden cord

Yes, I’m being drawn to the light, to the uplifting floating feeling

As I get closer I feel more and more clear, crystal clear, enlightened

?And what about acceptance you ask me

It will come. It will come. With my fire. Only with my fire

Then the feeling will be of an embracing home

No, I will never have a freedom from pain, but quietness with burning fire will do

?Oxymoron again you say