aroused by her emotions seduced by this soft breeze
her heart started to melt, as a fountain of chocolate youth
wanting to try the fruit of risk and of truth as souls remove all its layers and dance levitating towards source
dancing slowly, this music made her move
anticipating the sound of the beat under this summer heat
The sun was trading its space with the moon and only a swim was in sight under this sunset’s light
I feel you
I know you are around
I have enough breadcrumbs to share as I cant stop my stare from this waves…..
I feed you as you fly
just sing to me as you dive; some fish will arrive whenever you strive.
In silence she was, in this paradise lost
The desire to find him was unfulfilled…
But having the desire simply meant that he existed…Their highways would finally cross, not overlapping simply realizing that the time has arrived
Home can only be felt as Home
The concrete on the sidewalk was still curing
She walked distracted but just on time she was guided to turn.
Obstacles,so many lessons undisclosed
Like a rolling ball crushing against the ground no matter how high it flies….
so she decides to go…..
Back to meditation in this summery scene of unwritten life pages and rain on the skin
adorned by Freckles
When finding himself, he was losing himself
The more he saw the more he got drowned.
Reality didn’t bring the well seeked clarity that day.
Confusion didn’t bring the typical daily delusion but neither clarity nor ease that day.
Walking and walking he was trying to find a solution.
Slowly and slowly he thought, as if waiting for answers to come unexpectedly from the sun was certainly happening.
His emptiness felt so dark
no matter how bright his sparks were, as unseen by his third eye they lived in mystery.
He wanted to Dive as if the water would clean his shade
He wanted to fly, as if the air up there would erase his pain.
He wanted to run, as if speed would burn the void inside.
……but all he did was stay, in a stillness mode , where the non thinking mind was the one to answer this time.
Still here half filled with empty thoughts.
Unclear what is needed to touch this puzzling soul in search of responses, where faith illuminates the unforeseen itinerary.
Victimized living, a memory…
Present life an illusion…
Future life amorphous by reality.
Shaken undestined heart by unattainable freedom,
Platonic eyesight of an utopianized tomorrow where decisions are made in the darkness of the night; the moment when worshipping the unknown is easier than standing firm on the ground.
Sunlight the following morning is coming, that’s no fallacy
and under the Sun reality is seen without a beauty mask.
Truth is brought by the sun, who bathes with light even the deepest secrets of the soul.
Clarity is nowhere to be found
but life is here and not going anywhere soon.
Mountain climb, and down the hill, cycle of life, is where seeing begins and re-inventing itself, it evolves in a path of confusion and blissfulness
When obscurity dominates, we may be found
we may be IN the center of the light.
I needed to paint
A couple of brushes, and bright colors were more than enough
Recycled piece of wood on top of the handle, the bike my own legs
Sunset almost commencing
The ocean already calling my name
This spot was perfect
Towel on the sand and overflown imagination
There was nothing else needed
A constant feeling of company in my heart
Calming effect of simplicity in my thoughts
Sun already sleeping after a long day
and this moon who I was staring at, raising as a mini french croissant hiding shyly under a palm tree but she grew so much that her company was all I needed to see.
She was just pure light in a direct line towards me
My hands painted without seeing
Feeling my pulse, without reasoning but bouncing
Sensual ocean sound
Accompanied by you
Indescribable feeling of liberty that the ocean- sand- beach combo brought
Fulfilled by nature
I walked to the ocean to rub my painted hands
This wave wanted to hug me, and she did
Happy and wet went back to my nest
Freedom and peace. My lungs spreading even more, how big are them?….I felt so much air inside
Time to go home
4 hours went by and my free spirit was sparkling.
Indescribable picture in my heart and soul to be framed
Some Psychologists toss the past, mix and stir getting to a point where instead of helping us clarify the past they create this mist all over,misplaced and its hard to see through.
Is that a calling that stirring is not needed and that other means can get to the same destination without mixing the stiffened sacred puzzle?
Spirituality for me has been and still is a self discovery journey of filtering the unnecessary, adding the good, learning from others but most of all learning from myself
The most mysterious undiscovered path I’ve encountered is my own path to the soul
It’s been so easy to put fulfillment and blame outside, that I had to detach from everything to be left in a desert of confusion to find the inner strength door to selfknowledge
People can be a supporting cane, but that its not learning to walk alone
Introspection is silence
Silence is reached by being alone
Being alone doesnt mean being lonely
Being lonely means not knowing myself
If I know myself, I am fulfilled not needing the outside to complete me
so we go back to introspection meditation or any way we want to call it
My belief is that we’ll be powerfully living when we actually know who we are, we embrace ourself and love the world.
No fears, a simple surrender to light, positivism and The highest source.