Journey
Just sharing myself as it happens.
Friday, 26 May 2017
Love
It is easy to give away our opinion, our spare money, a hug, a smile... we still have left a lot of them more. But its not so easy to be generous of our souls, to give out of love. We may be afraid to loose it, but only beacuse we still dont see we are it.
Ways of Life
There is so much beauty in the ways of Life (and Life is us), in its design, in the slow movement in which everything happens as is meant to be. As when we are dreaming at night, the subject in the dream doesnt know what is going to happen the next moment, but the dreamer creates it all.
We can not see reality and circunstances as a designed story, yet we created it, and we follow the path forgeting our own creation.
Everything is good, caring, benign, and sometimes extravagant too.
And then we feel like smiling buddhas
We can not see reality and circunstances as a designed story, yet we created it, and we follow the path forgeting our own creation.
Everything is good, caring, benign, and sometimes extravagant too.
And then we feel like smiling buddhas
Sunday, 13 March 2016
No worries, no anxiety,
no need to control or change anything.
A soft feeling of joy,
quiet and persistent
like the autumn rain.
It seems around me it is only a vast space
where time is only now.
Gone is the old guilt
for not doing anything,
for not wanting anything,
for not being anyone.
I need nothing of that,
I go around smelling the air,
feeling the ground under my feet,
listening to life
playing its music,
dancing with it.
Everything I need is for free.
no need to control or change anything.
A soft feeling of joy,
quiet and persistent
like the autumn rain.
It seems around me it is only a vast space
where time is only now.
Gone is the old guilt
for not doing anything,
for not wanting anything,
for not being anyone.
I need nothing of that,
I go around smelling the air,
feeling the ground under my feet,
listening to life
playing its music,
dancing with it.
Everything I need is for free.
Friday, 19 February 2016
As if
Don't we (almost) all live "as if"?
As if it was a God, as if it wasn't
As if Life were friendly, as if it were hostile
As if this had a sense, as if it hadn't
As if a rose was beautiful, as if was mostly thorns
As if this moment is all there is, as if it wouldnt matter
Don't we (almost) all pretend it's true
or at least our truth
Don't we (almost) all choose not to be?
I write stories.. they come to life
but I misspell some words
As if it was a God, as if it wasn't
As if Life were friendly, as if it were hostile
As if this had a sense, as if it hadn't
As if a rose was beautiful, as if was mostly thorns
As if this moment is all there is, as if it wouldnt matter
Don't we (almost) all pretend it's true
or at least our truth
Don't we (almost) all choose not to be?
I write stories.. they come to life
but I misspell some words
Sunday, 14 December 2014
Monday, 22 September 2014
Value of lenguage
We're so trapped in the lenguage. We disregard what can not be defined by words. And yet what can be defined by words is a small percentage, we miss the rest.
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