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“We worry over the past,
we anticipate the future,
and we barely perceive
a shred of the passing moment.”

The Dalai Lama

By Petra Prensky

Afraid, I am afraid to let the touch happen,

The sweetness of your fluid embrace is lingering on my skin.

Make the magic stop; no, never stop it.

Careful dance of two souls softening,

What if I told you that I wasn’t afraid anymore?

By Petra Prensky

Let me be known
As the belly hugger
Who leaves you satisfied
More deeply, than the best
Gourmet meal ever would.

Let me be known
As the dancer
Who shares in the
Deepness of soul
And leaves, herself speechless.

Let me be known
As the beloved friend
Free as a butterfly
Yet solid and present
As a rock.

Let me be known
As your mirror
Who reflects and absorbs
Your deepest heart’s desires,
and keeps them safe.

By Petra Prensky

What arrogance of mine
to think, that
what has been,
is the way it will be in the future.

When the brilliance of your palette
has only left
one small dot of color
on the page of my life.

By Petra Prensky

The drunken state of love
is no match for the
prudent working man.

Let the trumpets sound
and shake the earth
to announce the beginning
of the gathering of lovers.

The accountant on his desk
will but scratch his nose
as a promise of future participation.

By Petra Prensky

What better ecstasy
Than to
Continuously
Disperse my self
Into tiny seeds
Planted among
One thousand hearts

Accepting things as they are

When we accept things as they are, there is no more need to judge, make excuses, lie, call names, feel guilty, explain, defend. There is no more need to save our own skin by blaming and accusing others.
Instead we become firmly grounded in gratitude, love, acceptance, beauty and seeing the divine order in everything. We start to lose our limited ego identification and instead reconnect with our soul, the divine spark in us all that connects us as one. We become conscious players in the divine tragicomedy called life. Only now, we are aware that we are not only stuck as actresses with a script somebody else wrote for us, but that we are also able to rewrite the script anytime we want to and direct the play with our own consciousness.
Realizing this can be frightening. “What do you mean, I can rewrite my script and direct the play?” “How should that work?” “If everyone did that, wouldn’t we have complete anarchy and chaos?” “I am scared to do that and even though I don’t like my life and my circumstances, it is the only thing I know. How can I create something that I don’t know about?”
If you conceive it and believe it, you can achieve it. Making the shift is not something that takes place overnight. You actually have all the time in the world to do it. However, at this time in our human-global interaction we all start to perceive the urgency to make a shift happen. Global warming, solar dimming, the Mayan and other calendars coming to an end in 2012, pollution, obesity, increase in child diseases, fertility crisis, shrinking population, war, natural disasters give us glimpses that nothing more than the extinction of our human species is at stake. It is a pivotal time for the critical mass to make a quantum leap.
This shift in consciousness has to happen in each and every one of us. A shift in power starts with the people. We can no longer look at the government or corporations to guide our future. We have to make the internal shift, grow up and take responsibility for our choices. Be they what we consume, what we do, what we say, how we interact, even how and what we think.
Like the actresses in the play, it is time for us to read the script we have been operating on, take a red pen, some new paper and pen and rewrite our role, our habits, our behavior, our speech, our actions, our belief system and our internal dialogue.
Deep in our hearts and souls we have buried the blue print for our life’s purpose. Deep inside of us we know our highest potential. Our heart’s desires show us the way. Gentle excavation is necessary since there is also all the pain and rejection we have ever experienced stored deep within ourselves.

Once we connect with the pain, accept it and use it as the fertilizer for our growth, the happiness, lightness and inner peace that we will gain, is the light at the end of the tunnel. It is the promise to live heaven on earth now in this incarnation.

It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
Or many gods.
I want to know
If you belong or feel abandoned.
If you know despair or can you see it in others.
I want to know
If you are prepared to live in the world
With its harsh need to change you.
If you can look back with firm eyes
Saying this is where I stand.
I want to know
If you know
How to melt into the fierce heat of living,
Falling toward
The center of your longing.
I want to know
If you are willing
To live, day by day with the consequence of love
and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have been told, in that fierce embrace,
even the gods speak of God.

By Petra Prensky

I am a prisoner of my inner reality.
How I long to be free.
How I long to reach out and connect.
How I long to be held, touched just right.

There are so many fears, so much sorrow, so much grief.
Will I ever be free?
Will the pain ever recede?
Will my tears ever be enough?

Silence, I am tormented by silence; my own silence.
There is so much emotion in me.
I am afraid that I am too much.

So I am hiding. I am hiding my feelings, my longings, my pains.
I hold on to the secrets. I keep my mouth shut.
I don’t see, I don’t hear, I don’t speak.

Trapped in my own complicated self.
I want to throw all that, which is binding me, over board.
But I guess that would be too dramatic, too fast, too frightening.

So I take the slow and steady way, feeling myself through it all,
Suffering, crying, shaking in my room alone.
Sucking it all in, cleaning up the tears, putting a smile on, facing the world.

Facing the people that I crave to be held by.
Being tough, keeping it together.
When all I want is to fall apart while being seen, being held.

I am so scared of touch and I crave it like no other.
My misery is private,
I don’t want to burden anybody with my pain, my vulnerability.

It’s not been safe to be so vulnerable.
It’s been unforgiving, harsh and lonely.
I am like a big iceberg, frozen rigid and cold.

My emotions even though painful are the key to my freedom.
My suffering makes me cry, shake, rattle my cage.
In time I will break free of my own bondage.
Free to look you in the eyes and speak my truth.