Saturday, January 31, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Breaking The Chains
Those scars, visible to those who notice you, are irrefutable proof of your victory, of winning this war against the wounds of your absence. Wounds that at some moment believed would end with your existence, despair, anguish, sorrow, pain ... just the lack of any cheerful and positive feeling pushed you even harder on your trip to retrieve that touch of the angels ... the beginning of the battle.
You gathered the necessary forces, gradually, without haste, without error, not like in the past ... your future was the goal, the necessary adrenaline in your present, at least at that time of your life. The roars tried to shut you up, tremors embraced sorrows ... those invisible hands clinging to yours, stellar saviors, internal flash of your sap.
You accepted that defeat, and those were your laurels. Knowing that it is only a fall and you could still get up. The scar starts to form, perhaps one more of many that passed and that are still to come. Forever it will be present, reminding you that you were able to overcome it, although it has been very hard, you did it anyway ... that's your crown.
Every time you look at it you will remember your great struggle, and you will have in mind that there's nothing in this life that cannot be overcome ... there are no impossible things, they exist only in some minds, still dependent on others already free of chains, capable of driving their actions to places unimagined by those in chains. Simply believe that anything is possible, and the chains will disappear ... patience.
Namaste
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
The Migration Of The Butterflies
I was aware that the butterflies would leave
their home at some point, though the length of their stay on the place that
welcomed them, that still remains a mystery. Butterflies are cold blooded
animals, so they need of warm places to survive, and obviously also need food
to keep his soul afloat.
An atmosphere of love, affection, expression,
concern, freedom, etc., will not always be sufficient for the butterflies to
stay around, they also need the food, those flowers, that nectar to choose to
stay in that home. Sometimes it is not easy to achieve, competition will always
be great, but the details are what make the difference. Much heat is not ideal,
it is suffocating, they are short of breath, losing fluids, and everything is
heavier and denser. If it's too cold the wings will not move, that desire of
wanting to fly won't even exist, there's no energy, and the heat that makes the
body move, the one that makes you feel comfortable. So it is not that easy, as
it must be a balance, which is often not so simple to provide.
Feeding the soul is another thing, which should
complement the above, but must be the perfect complement for the butterflies to
stay forever, and decide not to fly any day looking for another home to give
them what they need. Nectar is what gives them vitality, giving them life, the
desire of never abandon ... Why leave if you have enough food to live a
lifetime? If this becomes scarce, then the need to explore other habitats
appears. And is not a coincidence that their food is the flowers, and the great
admiration for them in our beautiful and beloved women.
Do not neglect your princess, because that's how
you should treat her, regardless of whether you are just starting to court her
or if you are already many years together, the flame must always be kept alive
and in constant motion. Obviously this is necessary on both sides, but I speak
from the side of men and their treatment to women. The world is a constant
competition ... show your charms in every possible way, but do it only when you
find that person who deserves it, there is nothing wrong in showing feelings,
it is a human characteristic to think that one is weaker for being sensitive
and emotional. The courting process should never stop, always keep a little mystery
alive, surprise, creativity, and do new things. Be intense and passionate if
that person makes you feel you want to show it, have no fear, the worst that
can happen is that you make a mistake, and that your feelings are not received
in the way you expect, but at least you tried. If you don't try you will never
know what it might have been. It's up to you to keep the butterflies flying and
circling forever, so they do not leave halfway...
Labels:
Affection,
Change,
Communication,
Connection,
Expression,
Feelings,
Life,
Love,
Poems,
Writings
Monday, January 19, 2015
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Esos Ojos En Mis Sueños
Y una vez más, tus ojos se abrieron en mis sueños, despertándome a la realidad, o al menos lo que yo creo que era (para mí, esto se siente más real). Tu rostro permanece borroso, tu mirada sigue llamándome, y yo solamente la sigo, como si estuviera hipnotizado, como si estuviera flotando.
Cuando los océanos fueron pintados desde arriba, se derramaron gotas en lo que hoy son tus ojos, esos que veo en mis sueños, donde algún día espero ahogarme, sin esperar ser salvado, a menos que esa salvación requiera de un suave despertar por el toque de tus labios.
Tal vez ya te he visto antes, porque la sensación está ahí cada día, en busca de esos ojos de extraño que tratan de guiarme a algún lugar que todavía no conozco. Es persistente el sentimiento mientras creo que estoy despierto, a veces creo que te veo en todas partes. Voy a esperar a estar seguro, o a alcanzarte en mis sueños. Tal vez es mejor saber que estás ahí solamente para mí, y no afuera para alguien más.
Y todavía no puedo imaginar tu cara, ni siquiera un poco ... pero lo que mantiene esta inquietud, aunque esto no sea real es, ¿cuál es la razón de tu mirada triste? Supongo que esa es la razón más fuerte que me hace seguirte mientras sueño (y buscarte mientras estoy despierto), porque no puedo imaginar que alguien te cause dolor, no a esos ojos, no a esa tierna presencia, de la cuál soy muy privilegiado de poder contemplar todos los días.
In The Spirit Forest
Rebellious thoughts escaping from my mouth, fugitive words
undertaking that journey towards your ears, with the clear objective to hunt
down your heartbeats...for moments, to be the cause of the pace change in these
beats, so special and unique when you're in love.
Shine your charms when you stare at me, eternal executioners
of my spontaneous smiles, which are simply the expression of what you make my
heart feel...this time without words, just with looks is enough to get my
attention and make me tremble.
Penetrating imposing intensity, which dominate and carry us
to our secret corner, private, intimate...thanks for giving me the keys. And
you say you'd let yourself fall just by being sure to be contained by that
privileged...my arms are already alert and ready to catch you in any fall.
Nebulae that we don't see, though we feel its presence, its
evening dews moisturizing our pores, transparent portals of emotions, signs that
show us that never ends...let’s not let it to decay.
Knights with superficial radars, that have seen you without
really knowing what they have in front of them, until lose you from sight…the
eternal problem of seeing with eyes and not with feelings. I already feel you
with my eyes closed, I already fall in love by feeling your presence...to open my
eyes and see you physically, it's nothing more than just the perfect drawing of
pioneer sensations.
This time life rewards us both, after a long walked journey,
not of search but of teaching and learning. Now it is perfectly clear the reflection
of our singings, and now we know who the performers that delight the audience
are.
Silences passengers of harmonious trains, those that are
not as many in these times, those from which our parents would have more
memories, those beautiful times. I take and treasure them in the trunk of my
reliefs, because they will be the commanders who appease my storms.
Here I'll be waiting in the spirit forest, surrounded by
stories told by those leaves let dropped by the autumn...they already had their
chance. And they're still dancing, the curious white spheres, perhaps
predicting your arrival to finally keep me company... I wait.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
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