"The word is gold and the thought is brilliant…
one word weighs as much as a milligram and another word can weigh
the weight of the mountain overturned from its foundation and drowned in four syllables.
Flake words, air words, clear words like springs from them….
In one word it is day, and in other words it is dusk,
words are like stones or soft as snails. ”Tudor Arghezi
Elegy for a Rain Song,
(Just an inspirational exercise created by a much larger and more beautiful event)
The beginning of a dream ...
An angelic being sits and looks at me gently, she is the rain of a real imagination and the song in the background, through her eyes, one sound of a silent violin pierces the ether and stops in my heart.
A pleasant light voice whispers to me: "explore ... miraculous things are waiting for you"
A perfume with a significant name of love, embraces me, a song catches me in slow dance rhythms and the story of a message tells me that the time is now.
In the frameless frame of a generous picture, are moving images, in which the terrestrial reality does not fit, they take on a transparent color.
A huge glass teardrop hangs high between two mountain peaks and its transparency mirrors the colors of the rainbow in the scent of awakening.
My face is lit in raindrops by the perfume of a magical name, the golden rain gathers the wisdom of the ether which is me and I am the ether.
I see myself, I see outside and I live at the same time in me, with me and around me, in a Hug of love that embraces All that exists and is embraced by All that does not exist. The smooth flight in the dizzying dance steps, do not manage to dry the perfume, and the ether still spreads its story… in song lyrics.
One verse after another in the raindrops drips my soul and enriches me in memories of the future.
It's a dream…, it announces something that wants me to go into everyday life. Wake up ...
"It's my reality!" -the Dream answers, through me.
"And if you want, I will leave you a few drops of the Embrace of Love… They will help you create another reality, in which I receive Life…"
...my diary writes by itself the journey of a dream in my soul, in the reality of a beautiful dream in a dream, in a dream ..
A day with the scent of inspiration in unknown realms and a moment of my dream night.
The tall grass tunnel and the price of a road in fresh, rich and crystalline green air, count my moments of happiness in drops of nourishing living water.
The phone that is not mine, rings and I answer, a voice almost known in assimilation with something known but still incomprehensible tells me something I can not understand, so close to my ear and so far in meaning!
In front of me, the huge empty window describes flames rising to the sky, purifying the air and behind the flame a smooth waterfall of plasma water approaches through the fire without extinguishing it, and I wake up... sleeping surrounded by the plasma waterfall in fluffy ash flakes that she puts me to sleep...by waking me up, empty of nothing.
The divine purple indulgence, in the full devotion of perfume crystals, which splits life in the genome of billions of threads of high vibration, takes me in flight of harmony in the blessing of creation from the very gain of purple wings.
The image of the transparent wings melts in the sunbeams of inspiration from a morning... in the middle of the night, as if I woke up in two mornings once, where the gentle being still looks at me 
happy, and she offers me with tenderness a source of tea from living plants with the aroma of perspectives telling me the journey will continue! 
A daily escape in the idea of the night mirage,
in the middle of the spring of the word guarantee of inspiration that I share with anyone.
The song of a falling rain poured from the most huge bottle of perfume, with a scent of courage and genius of love in the role of ascending to other worlds that belong to us all!
Is that true? you will ask me… For me, yes… For you, dear Soul, it is an invitation. An invitation to discover your own Divine Embrace of Love through all your senses. It is said that hard essences are kept in small bottles… I came to the conclusion that this also becomes a kind of limiting belief. The bottle of Hugging Love is huge, never dries and has a… Divine… aroma
The message of inspiration for a moment, for today, is to give from the contents of these bottles with pure essences, without fear, words of love. The spring is permanent.
Therefore, when you go to explore your own miracle, choose the essence of the most loving words and learn today when you have so much to say, to speak in the language of the silence of flowers,
... inspiring the scent of silence through words of love for those around you, for Mother Nature ..
When do you decide to let yourself be perfumed with the Embrace of Love just to discover the dance of knowledge? The flight with wings to your own Essence… where the wings are the petals of the flower of knowledge that awaits you.
Close your eyes, dream!
Open your soul, read!
Surrender your heart, speak!
Dream, but love!
Here is a gift that I would like to offer, further today, to the world
...What if... a Hummingbird Became a Hydrangea: By JOANN WILMOT
In honor of all good people...
Anca
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