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When Dreams Come True

Philosophers say our desires are always already fulfilled, so we better desire wisely, asking ourselves, what is most important. Our dreams always come true, but not always as quickly as we would like. It depends on the speed of the changes inside us, because if a dream becomes a reality, it means that we begin matching this dream. This process of alignment doesn’t happen quickly, and it is also absolutely organic—we cannot buy it, as well as we cannot impose it on ourselves.

In every moment, we are best fitted to the present reality—as within, so without. It means that everything is good the way it is… and everything is going for the better, because evolution continues.

In times of change, both in the soul and in the world, growth, however radical, occurs on the roots already present. Therefore, being yourself and knowing yourself is just as important as improving yourself and changing your life. Every person has a certain set of internal axioms that does not change throughout life, and that’s good, because it can serve as a support for us. After all, we can rely only on ourselves, drawing strength from our inner well that is directly connected to the ocean of evolution.

When dreams come true, a new age comes, both in the soul and in the world, an age when expansion is replaced by maturation, the outer by the inner, when the horizontal development is raising into the vertical of spirit that recognizes the mortality and limitations of the body, but retains faith in immortality … and the sense of humor.

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Poem: Your New Spring

Beyond the threshold of the known, in misty fields where herds graze, in wet forests where snowdrops whiten, your new spring is born.

Everything is familiar and everything is different. In every drop of the dew, life is pulsing. You don’t yet know your might.

There’s no story like your story, there’s no power like the one you’ve been given, there’s no way like your way.

Neither straight nor crooked, neither by foot nor on horseback, neither by land nor air.

No man, the messenger of peace, has set foot here for thousands of years, but children play here every day.

For thousands of years, dark mountains have risen where the hills were once covered with blossoming cherries and horses lazily pastured on green grass, where a boundless sea splashed before and the Spirit of God moved upon the waters.

The first spring of the world, your new spring.

Birds soar into the sky, wheat roots grow into the ground, fields burst with colors.