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MERGING WITH THE DIVINE by Beata Gorska

 

Merging With The Divine
by Beata Gorska

Oh mother, I hear your calling,
I hear you loud and clear.
You laid a path before my eyes
So I can just be still.
 
I let go of the need to know,
I let go of the “how,”
I follow what you have for me
In the eternal now.
 
Your truth is here right where I am:
We are becoming one.
As I surrender who I thought I was
I merge with the divine
 
There is nothing here that isn’t me-
No judgement of it all.
I just accept being with you
As human and as soul.


Photography by Lucas Pezeta





Beata Gorska: My name is Beata, originally from Poland, I now live in Milton Keynes, UK. I am a Spiritual Teacher, Meditation Teacher, Reiki Healer, Poet and Writer. I am passionate about human mind, growth, expansion and our infinite potential. I love reading books, walking barefoot in nature, hugging trees and swimming in wild waters. My self discovery journey was initiated by reading a book about the subconscious mind, over 5 years ago. As I started practicing meditation, changed my diet and lifestyle, and started learning more about mind, body and spirit, I went through physical, emotional and spiritual healing. That lead me to getting to know myself deeper, who I am, and most of all, who I am not. Through that, I strengthened my connection with source and I started hearing rhymes in my head which I allowed myself to put on a piece of paper. These 3 poems (and around 50 others) are the result of that. I truly hope they will bring other love and healing. Click here to connect with me! 

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