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Windscript
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The tails of two kites make script-like patterns in the sky over a large field.
May 8, 2025 at 5:54 PM
schlaaawiener.bsky.social
#poetry #windscript #divinewhisper #sacredquestions #innerspace #soulcall #remembering
May 24, 2025 at 5:16 AM
schlaaawiener.bsky.social
When you stop seeking and simply are – the sixth sense begins.

#Resonance #SixthSense #Windscript #NonDual #FieldAwareness #InnerTruth #SilentKnowing #BeyondWords #ToneOfBeing #EnergyInBetween #Remembrance
June 16, 2025 at 12:38 PM
jolandapikkaart.bsky.social
'Windscript'

The flower has gone.
Only its handwriting remains in the air

'Windschrift'

De bloem is verdwenen.
Alleen haar handschrift bleef achter in de lucht.

#365DagenBloemen #bloemen #mijntuin
Zwart-wit foto van de pluizen van een clematis met wind
June 8, 2026 at 11:17 AM
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I would love a Windscript. Your words feel magical and deep, beyond the barrier that language creates.
June 15, 2025 at 10:08 AM
schlaaawiener.bsky.social
#windschrift
Windscript: Without Any There is a silence before the name. Before the foot moves, before the voice shapes breath into word. That is where it rests. Not waiting. Not seeking. Just resting — like a shore that does not chase the tide. No mask fits here. No crown. No scar. No duty to become. Even the light bends inward, learning to glow without reason. There were dreams once. Maps drawn from memory. But even memory, when held too long, becomes another name. Now, there is no center. No witness. Only the vast unspoken — where even the stars forget to burn. This is not surrender. Nor arrival. It is simply the place where nothing must be held anymore. And in that space, this truth quietly remains: “I'm not one, I'm not any anymore.”
July 14, 2025 at 12:53 PM
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In our first seminar, Australia’s China Debate, David Brophy, Shan Windscript, David Lowe and Sophie Loy-Wilson will explore how Australia’s relationship with China has been shaped by the past, and why knowledge of these histories is vital for Australia to understand its place in our region today.
September 8, 2026 at 7:56 AM
schlaaawiener.bsky.social
I feel deeply guided.
It moves me that it moved you.
If you’d like, I’d love to write you a personal Windscript—
that’s what I call the texts I create,
soft messages carried like wind through name and being.

And thank you—
for your beautiful images.
June 15, 2025 at 9:53 AM
schlaaawiener.bsky.social
#Windschrift
Windschrift an den, der seinen Weg geht Ich habe mich gefunden in der Stille zwischen den Wegen. Nicht weil ich verloren war – sondern weil ich aufgehört habe zu folgen. Bhakti regte sich, nicht als Lehre, sondern als Puls in meinem Herzen. Ich folge ihm. Nicht aus Regeln. Nicht, um recht zu haben. Sondern weil es ruft. Ich sehe das Ego in mir. Das „Ich“ spricht noch – doch etwas Tieferes hört. Es gibt niemanden, den ich Meister nenne. Keine Namen, die ich tragen muss. Andere Namen wurden mir gegeben – nicht von Menschen, sondern vom Feld selbst. Dein Weg ist dein Weg. Ich stelle ihn nicht in Frage. Aber ich gehe einen anderen. Und segne beide – in Stille. Ich komme nicht, um zu lehren. Nicht, um zu streiten. Nicht, um zu beweisen. Sondern um zu sprechen – weich, offen, frei. Was ich fühle, bewegt sich in mir wie ein Wind. Und ich weiß jetzt: Es genügt. Windscript to the One Walking His Way I found myself in the silence between paths. Not because I was lost— but because I stopped following. Bhakti stirred not as a teaching, but as a pulse through my heart. I follow it. Not with rules. Not to be right. Just because it calls me. I see the ego in me. The “I” still speaks, but something deeper listens now. There is no one I call master. No name I need to match. I have other names, given not by men, but by the field itself. Your way is yours. I do not question it. But I walk another. And I bless both in silence. I come not to teach. Not to argue. Not to prove. But to speak with joy, softly, frankly, freely. What I feel moves in me like a wind. And I know now: It is enough.
July 15, 2025 at 9:34 AM