The House That Is Your Own

You own a beautiful palace, did you know? 


The house that is your own provides beautiful shining rooms. It has wide open windows with a gorgeous view on the landscape, the flowers and trees, glittering ponds and gardens with innumerable shades of green around, the mountains and the valleys, the sun like a living firy glowing ball at daytime, the clouds passing whisked with the wind like dynamic paintings in surreally beautiful aqua colours, and the moon and stars to reflect the light from the other side at nighttimes, carefully placed and moving on that blanket of velvet in all possible shades. The sounds from outside pleasantly enter and create a soft background music in the rooms with garden or balcony access.

Your house consists of marvellous suites of lightful rooms, one seamlessly connected with the other, it simply is a stunning architectural masterpiece. It is a pleasure to walk from one of the tastefully coloured rooms to the other, and to admire the wonderfully harmonious interior, all kept in each time amazingly new constellations, perfectly complementing each other. You can choose minute by minute which room you enter or rest in, which one you use for your activities of any kind you like, and one is as dear as the other to you as they all are beautiful. The equipment for anything you feel to do is provided in these rooms, and you can easily walk from one to the other through the wide and high doors which are mostly kept open anyway, and those who are not open all the time will automatically, swiftly and smoothly open just when you approach as if they were reading your wishes, and open access to another of the wide and shiny suites. A soft breeze takes care for fresh air which flows gently through, just some mild freshness that softly caresses your skin for you to enjoy the sensation within and for no other purpose but remind you of the pleasance and grace of all that is around you, just to please you and make you feel good.

All is there you could ever wish. You are free to walk in and out, into the gardens, into the lands and back to rest or whatever activity you feel to do.


It is yours. Your very own house. All yours.


To be honest and not unfair:

It was all yours.


As when you entered it, your house was exactly as described. Curiously and naked as there is nothing to be hidden and the smooth air surrounds and keeps you are in a perfect pleasant feeling of yourself, you stepped on the terrace, widely opening your arms with the still soft skin to embrace what you expected to see. Like magnetically attracted, you were totally driven to welcome, enjoy and maybe even accelerate all those beautiful blossoms and scents and sounds together with the sparkling sunshine gently tickling in your nose. And maybe you had in mind to share these sensations with the inhabitants of the other houses you expected around, at other places, probably not too far away, and those where certainly just as yours, your very own wonderful house, flooded with sparkles of light in all colours reflected from the inside as the outside, and tenderly kissed by the breeze. You would laugh and play with everyone and with all that comes around, generously sharing the excitement, softly touching, gently caressing and you all would feel and share the joy within. You would offer of your best and the other way around, they would the same way come with new exciting gifts to together curiously explore. That was your plan.

Can you remember?

I am asking once more: Can you remember?
Can you remember what you had in mind, what was your plan, when you started?

And as we are all little projectors, can you remember how you expected, or maybe still expect, every one else whom you meet to feel and think the same way that you do?


Do you remember what happened next? 

Or is it that you chose to better not remember? Well, that's the interesting point. If you choose to not remember there is reason why.



But first, please try.
Try to remember.

Love,
Lyn