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Jul
16
2010
The Old part II »
The Old part II…
I wrote this poem while I was living in India. I created it through first writing a list of words that jumped up to me and then I put them together to create this.
In a life sense… threats kiss thoughts with a magic touch of devotion,
shadows kill dreams and the stars cut fantasy into oblivion.
The true sun face is fearsome when the moon forgets the faithful.
The day is the mother servant and the night cuts and destroys the heart with pain and unknown.
In a life sense,
and day and night,
we become the sun and the moon,
illuminated bleeders of divinity
and the drinkers of the chalice of time.
To all end in a subtle prayer that transforms the destined virtuous ones universal.
Apr
24
2010
The Old part I »
The Old…
An old writing from an eternity ago…
What is it we want? Do not think; feel, sense, use your intuition.
We are as we are. No one can tell what you are, because you are who you are.
Live up to it.
Sep
15
2006
Zen = Mind »
This last week I started reading a book by Roshi Philip Kapleu. It is about “Awakening to Zen”, about the essential ways of living life, about how the universe in relates to us, and most important about our friendship and relation with everything existent.
To breath in the air, to see the drops of water falling on the desert, to see the blessing of nature upon us, to empty one’s self and to see the clearnes that the rain brings through the eyes of the self, all these, blessings, blessings, blessings.
Water is water.
Air is air.
Fire is fire.
Earth is earth.
We are We. Nothing else.
Remember, smoke is not fire. Smoke is smoke. Fire is fire.
We are not the mind. We are we.
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Sep
2
2006
Los Procesos parte III »
Hoy es el día 22 de mis meditaciones. Momentos difíciles.
Walking in the forest, thunder.
What do I hear? thunder.
Keep walking up the hill.
Half way there I trip.
Rolling down the hill I go.
Rocks in the way.
I fade out.
Thunder.
A hand in the darkness.
Thunder.
Open my eyes. Get up.
A voice in the darkness.
Water falling from the skies.
Lightning striking.
Still in the ground.
I cannot move.
A voice. Dawn has come.
Rise up.
Silence.
Slowly rising.
The sun shall warm my limbs.
Until I start moving once more, heat will not come.
Slowly getting up.
Slowly waking up.
The moment will come.
One Breath at a time.
The time will come.
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