C. G. Jung said in The Red Book – I did not consider that my soul cannot be the object of my judgement
and knowledge, much more are my judgement and knowledge the objects of my soul.

I sat, contemplated these words, after my morning meditation.

Then it came to me in images…

How may I describe what you, my soul, conveyed to me?

You came to me like a vast space, containing infinite amounts of elements that my eyes cannot see.

You came to me like huge ocean waves, crashing to shore, and I am just a drop of water in that wave, in
that ocean.

You came to me like an unending mountain range, with beautiful trees, in the valley, along the ridge
line, a path winding through, and I am just a tiny tree or a blade of grass

These images bring forth energy, full of love. The ultimate, unimaginable, all containing, agape love…

Through that I see my soul.

That is my soul, my Self.

This body and mind are just for this borrowed life time, to experience.

To experience life as a human being, on this beautiful planet Earth, with all her beauty –

From a simple blade of grass, a patch of dirt, small pebbles
To the tallest trees that reach for the sky
The clouds, in all their variations
To the depth of the ocean, or just the infinite amount of variations in ocean water in colors, in
waves, in its sparkles, under a variety of lights and depth
To the highest and coldest peaks of mountain ranges,
To the stars glimmering in the night, the moon, the sun, the wind, the colors of all the seasons.

The beauty, there is no end to describe.

In this space, I rest. I can finally rest. The busy mind comes to a full stop, in front of such majestic
images.

Peace arrived.

I cried. How can I not, with that kind of power, that kind of infinity?

No wonder I always felt at home deep in the forest, on the mountain top, hiking, trekking…
You are my home, the home of my soul…

This is where the I came from, and this is where I will go back to after this life time….