zaterdag 16 april 2016

For You Father, Mother and Child who lost their spouse and parent.

'In the silence of our togetherness, I am without words.'

This video is dedicated to the members of my family who lost this week their loved ones.
It is dedicated to all people who grieve.

It is dedicated to all fathers and mothers who stay alone with their children.




Keep up, keep up,...keep standing and have faith...you are never alone.
Love conquers all.

With love for you all.





Painting and message intuitively received for a courageous father 
who lost his spouse, 
and for his little children who lost their mother.

Do you remember, 
then in the field
the sun warmed us with the heart of our love
The heath embraced each life
with the silence of our togetherness
 There I am for you
each moment again
unconditionally flowering for the suns in my heart that you are.
...
Shine my dear little children
my magnificence of a man
Your power is eternally immersed in myself
and lives for the creation that came from our love.
Stand in your source 
and come to me in the silence of our togetherness
so that love embraces you with eternity 
that connects us.
...
I love you.





donderdag 7 april 2016

Nights breeze in satin silk





Love's creation is without borders and speaks from the heart.
Any form is, any color is,
light,
the source of each
vibrates as the soul of the world
connected with us all
is language universal in any expression
without words you see beyond
and let it speak.



"All creation is divine energy
flows from life's essence sprouts light
into universal connectedness 
being the soul of 
the heart lets the world 
dance
on the waves of consciousness
higher then itself knows any 
form 
peace
with love's vibration language is magnetised
from the nameless is wisdom
in each of us
Let it speak. "


When my hand draws silence, joy arises on the blank page.
Curves and lines start to dance while the pen sings its song.
The rhythm flows from an ocean filled with love's drops refreshing
each movement with the breath of the essence.
It is indescribable and still like poetry plays with words
my soul loves to write.

HildegardeLisa