Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love & wisdom. — Rumi
When we travel at the speed of love, we choose to live in a frequency of unconditional love. Today, most of us travel at the frequency of fear and live with a victim consciousness.
When we’re traveling at the fear frequency, no matter how fast we go, we can never get to our destination. The victim consciousness is based on the premise: “I have no choice.” Traveling at the speed of love means taking our power back.
We’re actually in a different universe when we travel at the speed of love. Our world is not a menacing, threatening race geared to cheat death. It becomes, at any moment, so satisfying that if this were our last moment on Earth, that would be okay.
This is not to say that change is easy. To travel at the speed of love might require a complete paradigm shift in the way you look at your everyday existence.
Ask yourself this question: What frequency are you traveling on right now? —Sonia Choquette Traveling at the Speed of Love
Skies are crying, I am watching Catching teardrops in my hands Only silence, as it's ending, like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?
You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I'm made of glass Like I'm made of paper Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
As the smoke clears I awaken and untangle you from me Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed All my windows still are broken but I'm standing on my feet You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I'm made of glass Like I'm made of paper Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper
Go run run run I'm gonna stay right here Watch you disappear yeah Go run run run yeah it's a long way down But I'm closer to the clouds up here
You can take everything I have You can break everything I am Like I'm made of glass Like I'm made of paper Ohh Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper Like a skyscraper