Friday, July 3, 2020

Hermana Águila - ′′ Getting lost to find yourself ′′

There was a moment
in which i got lost.
I lost everything I had
attached to my back
the old paradigms
shapes and shapes
masks and masks
shame on you
guilt guilt
and the rules.

I've lost hours and clock
calendar and expectations
hopes and certainties.
I lost everything that was
all the useless expectations
everything i had been looking for
everything i walked for
And all that is I left behind
on the side of the road.

And so, in losing everything
I also lost my fear
fear of breaking the rules
and the fierce self-criticism
the fear of death
and the fear of life
the fear of getting lost
and the fear of losing

And completely naked
devoid of the old skin
i found a heart
that vibrates inside every pore
of my being
a deep drum
made of clay
stars and roots
its echo inside me
is the voice of the Old Woman

That's when I remembered
beat after heartbeat
that I was alive
eternally alive
that I was free
bravely free.

thanks to Roxane

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Rupert Spira - Every time I open my eyes

Every time
I open
my eyes
I invite
the world
to take shape
and every time
the world
takes shape
I am
invited to open
my eyes
and see
the world
and naked
holding out
its hand
calling me
into itself
where I am
into the transparency of things
and find myself
transparent there
standing on the edge
looking down
and in
to the dark silent pool
in which
the world
is cradled
and I am cradled
with all things
and hold
all things
in myself
not a thing
in the world
in which
the world
and offering itself
and every time
it is seen
it dies
and in dying
holds out its hand
to be taken in
and every time
I take it in
I too die
and in dying
every time
I open
my eyes

Monday, June 29, 2020

Jiddu Krishnamurti - The consciousness of mankind

"Your consciousness is the consciousness of mankind. If that is the truth to you, not an idea, then what takes place? One has lived as an individual, fighting, struggling to express oneself, demanding – you follow? – as a limited, contained, narrow individual. And it is very, very difficult to see the truth that you are the rest of mankind, that in you is the whole of man and therefore his fears, his anxieties, his mischief, his arrogance, his pride, his violence, all that, and his sorrow. And mankind has lived with this sorrow. We have accepted sorrow as part of life, and if we don't accept it we run away from it through every form of entertainment, religious and otherwise. Or we personify this sorrow into an image, which the Christians have done, and think they have solved this problem.

You are the sorrow of mankind. Do you understand? What an enormous perception that is, if you see it. That your sorrow is not yours. Then you don't cry. Then you don't shed tears about your little wounds, your little failures, your little anxieties, and so on. But when you realise you are the representative of all mankind it brings about an enormous sense of vitality, energy. It is only when you are thinking about yourself, your sorrow, that vast energy is limited into a small little channel, and it becomes rather dirty.

Now, is it possible for sorrow to end? If there is an ending in one human being – please go with me for a little while – if there is the ending of sorrow in one human being, who is the representative of all humanity, that ending affects the consciousness of mankind. Do you understand?

Stalin has affected the whole consciousness of man; Hitler, and all the rest of those world people – national people. Through the priest, the idea of Jesus Christ has affected mankind. Right? You will accept that more easily. So when there is a fundamental ending of sorrow in a human being who is the representative of all humanity, then that brings about an action in the totality of mankind – I wonder if I am making this clear? Capito? Do you see the truth of this, the fact of this?"

Public Talk 6 – Saanen, Switzerland, 1978


Thanks to Roxane




Rumi ♡ Lovers have some secrets

A spirit that lives in this world
and does not wear the shirt of love,
such an existence is a deep disgrace.

Be foolishly in love,
because love is all there is.

There is no way into presence
except through a love exchange.

If someone asks, But what is love?
answer, Dissolving the will.

True freedom comes to those
who have escaped the questions
of freewill and fate.

Love is an emperor.
The two worlds play across him.
He barely notices their tumbling game.

Love and lover live in eternity.
Other desires are substitutes
for that way of being.

How long do you lay embracing a corpse?
Love rather the soul, which cannot be held.

Anything born in spring dies in the fall,
but love is not seasonal.

With wine pressed from grapes,
expect a hangover.

But this love path has no expectations.
You are uneasy riding the body?
Dismount. Travel lighter.
Wings will be given.

Be clear like a mirror
reflecting nothing.

Be clean of pictures and the worry
that comes with images.

Gaze into what is not ashamed
or afraid of any truth.

Contain all human faces in your own
without any judgment of them.

Be pure emptiness.
What is inside that? you ask.
Silence is all I can say.

Lovers have some secrets
that they keep.

Gustavo Adolfo Becquer - Rima V Espiritu sin Nombre

 Nameless spirit,
indefinable essence,
I live with the formless
life of the idea.
I swim in the void,
I tremble in the sun´s bonfire
I palpitate among the shadows
and float with the mists.
I am the gold fringes
of the distant star;
I am the lukewarm and seren light
of the high moon.
I am the burning cloud
that in the west undulates,
I am the shinning wake
of the wandering star.
I am snow on the peaks,
fire on the sands,
blue wave on the seas,
and foam on the shores.
I am the note in the lute,
perfume in the violet,
fleeting flame in the tombs,
and ivy in the ruins.
I thunder in the torrent,
and whistle in the flash,
and blind in the lightning,
and roar in the storm.
I laugh in the hills,
whisper in the tall grass,
sigh in the pure wave,
and weep in the dead leaf.
I undulate with the atoms
of the smoke that flows
and slowly ascends to the sky
as immense spiral.
I, on the golden threads
the insects hang,
mingle among the trees
in the fiery nap.
I run after the nymphs
who in the cool stream
of the crystalline brook
frolic naked.
I, in forests of corals
carpeted by white pearl,
pursue in the ocean
the light naiads.
I, in the hollow caverns
where the sun never penetrates,
mingle with the gnomes,
and observe their riches.
I look for the already
dissolved traces of the centuries,
and know of those empires
of which not even the name is left.
I follow in rapid giddiness
the worlds that revolve,
and my pupil embraces
the whole of creation.
I know of those regions
where no noise reaches,
and where formless stars
wait for the breah of life.
I am the bridge that crosses
over the abyss,
I am the unknown ladder
that joins Heaven & Earth.
I am the invisible ring that
ties the world of the form
to the world of the idea.
In short, I am the Spirit,
unknown essence,
mysterious perfume,
of which the poet is vessel......