Sometimes I watch myself.
I'm in silence.
I'm in peace.
So much bliss.
I'm showered with light.
It's for me, it's for the world.
I charge so much, feels like it's so easy,
but at the same time, it's like an atomic bomb,
so much power.
I soothe myself, I clear, I heal, and then...
I feel I should be of service.
So I give.
I let it flow through me.
It's given through me.
But I give in my own way...
Sometimes the one that gets it,
it's not ready for the light,
so the struggle starts.
Then the pain, the resistance.
I know 'cause it hurts me too
When I resist the light,
that wants to flow through me.
Then the blaming comes.
"You consume me when you touch me."
I would if I would be empty.
But...
Did it ever occur to you,
that maybe,
you refuse a gift,
that you might not ever be given again...
at least not in this way?
It's rare to find someone that sees all the bad parts in you,
and still loves you even more,
and is staying.
That sees your evil schemes,
that sees the thieve part of you,
that knows the joker's face.
But still.
Never judging, always accepting.
Not punishing, not asking, just maybe,
trying to show you,
sometimes,
where you could improve.
No, it doesn't mean you're perfect,
and that you do everything right,
it just means I love you unconditionally,
through your imperfection.
I'm telling you what I need,
but never force you to give.
'Cause the sky, the earth, is giving me, always...
I see things as they are.
It's simple.
No one to blame.
But no matter how much light flows through me,
not everybody is ready to receive it.
Not even when it's asked.
When you have walls, of course...
it hurts to break them down.
But if you only knew that,
the wall inside you is the one consuming you...
and if you only knew that breaking it down,
it just means to relax and accept,
that you are worthy of receiving.
Yes, you are, worthy of love!
Worthy of pure, deep, light, divine love...
God is giving you the blessing, not me,
why so much struggle to make yourself believe you are ordinary?
since you receive the purity?
since you are shown that you are special and that you deserve it?
Why so much struggle?
When it's only love
It's only light that comes for you
I know you're not afraid of the dark...
But... Why then, are you afraid of the light?
Diary of a blade of grass.
I'm in silence.
I'm in peace.
So much bliss.
I'm showered with light.
It's for me, it's for the world.
I charge so much, feels like it's so easy,
but at the same time, it's like an atomic bomb,
so much power.
I soothe myself, I clear, I heal, and then...
I feel I should be of service.
So I give.
I let it flow through me.
It's given through me.
But I give in my own way...
Sometimes the one that gets it,
it's not ready for the light,
so the struggle starts.
Then the pain, the resistance.
I know 'cause it hurts me too
When I resist the light,
that wants to flow through me.
Then the blaming comes.
"You consume me when you touch me."
I would if I would be empty.
But...
Did it ever occur to you,
that maybe,
you refuse a gift,
that you might not ever be given again...
at least not in this way?
It's rare to find someone that sees all the bad parts in you,
and still loves you even more,
and is staying.
That sees your evil schemes,
that sees the thieve part of you,
that knows the joker's face.
But still.
Never judging, always accepting.
Not punishing, not asking, just maybe,
trying to show you,
sometimes,
where you could improve.
No, it doesn't mean you're perfect,
and that you do everything right,
it just means I love you unconditionally,
through your imperfection.
I'm telling you what I need,
but never force you to give.
'Cause the sky, the earth, is giving me, always...
I see things as they are.
It's simple.
No one to blame.
But no matter how much light flows through me,
not everybody is ready to receive it.
Not even when it's asked.
When you have walls, of course...
it hurts to break them down.
But if you only knew that,
the wall inside you is the one consuming you...
and if you only knew that breaking it down,
it just means to relax and accept,
that you are worthy of receiving.
Yes, you are, worthy of love!
Worthy of pure, deep, light, divine love...
God is giving you the blessing, not me,
why so much struggle to make yourself believe you are ordinary?
since you receive the purity?
since you are shown that you are special and that you deserve it?
Why so much struggle?
When it's only love
It's only light that comes for you
I know you're not afraid of the dark...
But... Why then, are you afraid of the light?
Diary of a blade of grass.