At være./ On being.

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At kravle ind i sit eget rum, fornemme ordene der hænger i æteren, sidde helt stille indtil de kommer, som sommerfugle, af sig selv, sætter sig i det yderste af ens bevidsthed. Ganske lette, som fjerstrejf.
At kunne sidde i stearinlysets skær, helt alene og dog omgivet af alt, føle en dyb tilfredshed; en dyb taknemmelighed. Over bare at være i live. Over bare at være. 

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To cozy up within one’s own space, sit completely still and sense the words that are fluttering about in the ether. Like butterflies, they descend and settle in the outer rim of consciousness. Like strokes of a feather.
To sit here in the light of the candle, all alone yet surrounded by everything, to feel a deep contentment, a deep gratitude. For being alive. For simply…being.

 

 

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