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...

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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. 

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Anis

Cluster of twinkling starts, big, bright, deep, fell in your eyes, like who randomly sow seed flowers, without knowing where each one is, but with the assurance that something beautiful will sprout.

Really glow strongly inside its darkness, protect your constellations, like a roof from rain and wind. Butterfly wings allowing a flight of life, slips the rain, covered by dew, beautiful black eyelashes.

Inhale all the tender, eliminate what harms you. Capture the most sincere essences that only you know where they exist, and they fill you with purity, tranquility, peace. Everything is white, that’s how it feels…white purity that gives you life. Cute little nose, my nose.

So thirsty for affection, the coming water can be heard. Comes out in droves, to lubricate your lips, your soft tongue...your mouth, origin of nervous, trembling words, perfect engineering of your wonderful smile...do not hide it, do not lose it.

They fear losing consciousness, stop being receptive to the language of friendship, of love. Like roots absorbing the raindrops, to then distribute them to the whole plant, they take words and direct them to the heart. Innocent ears that strongly hold on to those phrases that you love...that makes you fall in love.

Irresistible to the touch and taste, to mouth and fingers. A must stop on the highways of your body...infinite moments, sedative hypnosis. Union of your poles, the cutest ends. I promise you indescribable sensations…you will see the reflection of the word passion, as my lips brush against your neck.

Night deeply longed, in which caresses invade us, with no more choice but to be defeated, and helpless and naked, surrender to the feeling that slowly destroys the barriers of your skin...smooth skin. Shivers on your shoulders, when I softly draw, with my fingertips its contour...

Always reach me with your little hands, because I won’t let them go...but maybe I will, only to cover you in an embrace that envelops you completely...and that makes you believe that your feet have already left the earth...even if it is for an instant. You remember the most beautiful way to hold hands in the infinite distance, and look at each other without seeing each other...but that's from another story.

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Soul Mates

Just a couple months since we met, like two air streams with different courses, and at that very moment they decide to follow their paths together. We know that together are amazing, united by love we are invincible, merged into passionate kisses no one can break us apart. And there’s nothing else for egotistical forces that just to observe our joy and gratitude for this life we're just beginning ... our story is written with passion.

Optimistic waiting for your call every day, several times a day, even now I'm waiting for you to get back from your brief stint in the air and decide to call so we can hear each other for hours, because we still do not have the luck to be physically present in the same space. Space that will witness avalanches of hugs and caresses of all kinds. I will flood you with kisses on your beautiful neck... I do not know how you will do to keep me away from this beauty...maybe just by letting me go down your body, drawing your curves and contour with my tongue, my lips. That space will know that there was released the most intense battles, your body against mine...battle that ended in a hug releasing purity drops, eroticism drops, infinite love.

Vividly open your eyes at times to connect with mine...I already watch you for some time, and it is difficult to escape the hypnosis of your sensual, innocent, seductive movements…without wanting to be. Could contemplate you for hours and hours, until time whip me fiercely and make me take the long awaited trip, felt in deep...that trip that hopefully will not end soon, but if this happens, we have our lives ahead to make it a thousand times more. Passengers without tickets from judgmental eyes that we closed without fear, only by showing what we know how to do, what we want to do to each other, again and again...hold me cause I'm on your side, and I am not leaving from the most precious home I start to build.

Eager trembling hands touching you completely…you kissing my fingers, with your tongue my shoulders... and I slide through your back to reach its end, to begin that massage that you will enjoy so much, I promise. That beauty of legs you have, and my hands have the privilege to stroke them, by the contour, and even more by the inside of your thighs, very intensely, until I get to that point where they join and the paradise begins, my cherished paradise.

Unbelievable sensations, smelling your body, from top to bottom, from the outside in, taking all the time necessary in each season of this exquisite trip, I fall in love more and more simply because you exist beside me, and transport me to the world I was waiting for so long, perhaps even before I was born as who I am now. That world where we can live without time, your world...our world. We will inhabit that world where the Universe and Nature will be proud of their beautiful creation, what a great couple they have formed…and couple in our eyes, because in the eyes of the Creators we are already merged as one...each with their qualities, but united in one body, a fusion of souls...soul mates.

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Tears From The Soul

Our tears, always necessary and liberating ... hidden by some just because of shame, by creating a shield and try to show the "strong" side, confusing sensitivity with weakness ... they do not know what they are missing, those who never shed tears. It is such a natural process in the human being, (and I'm really not sure if it is in other species of animals too) that I don't understand why it is sometimes trapped within us, when their release means no more than one of the most beautiful expressions of feelings, whether they are of grief, sorrow, joy, emotion, excitement, etc.... it really shows the importance of that feeling for us, it is a cleaning process, and also with our tears we let out those feelings that I mentioned, as rivers carrying leaves shed by trees in the fall... crying trees ... 

The pain and grief have many reasons to be .... disappointment, frustration, detachment, loss, among others. Many times, those who do not cry for fear of being seen, or because they were never taught or encouraged to show their feelings in the past, (some were even taught that it was wrong to show many feelings because it's an index of weakness...ridiculous), unfortunately keep all that inside of them, when all that it wants is to be expressed, and by not doing it those feelings are lost .... like song private from audience, a poem private from readers, an "I love you" private to be heard, a kiss private from other lips. If we want to overcome that pain, crying helps a lot, no matter how much you do it, the idea is not to block the tears, let them flow as rain falls over the land and oceans, renovating and creating new forms of life that we admire so much...the natural process of creation. 

The joy and excitement should also be released, expressed. Although the most common way is through laughter, tears can also be very powerful ... sometimes they are both connected. Many people laugh at times when others cry, just to hide their tears of joy ... Joy is a gift from the Universe to our being, regardless of who is the direct postman delivering it ... it is delivered to us to help in the understanding that everything has its reward, that everything has a solution in life, nothing is impossible and everything is better with a smile and sometimes a single tear ... do not deprive yourself of those gifts, because they are just for you. Learn how to receive them, to appreciate them ... the gift of life, our close circle of people, our health, the gift of waking up every morning just to breathe, and sometimes to see the stars and moon before closing your eyes .... others are lucky enough to receive and give a kiss on each of those moments, drying some tears, or just contemplate them in their journey, showing how much I mean to you ... 

Dedicated to all those who have shed tears and still do, regardless of the reason ... and those who have not do it, just try it ... as I said several times, nothing coming from yourself is worthy to be feared.

Namaste

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Children In Love

They met as children, when in their minds, the function of the heart has not yet expanded to be the creator of that feeling ... the cutest and the most painful, the one that will move your world and can also destroy it ... that feeling that everyone has known once, no matter the origin of it ...

Beautiful child ages, tender love for adults, simple fun for the little ones. That desire of playing forever, until the sun goes down, or they call you to come back in the house to go to sleep, because the next day you have to be present in this forced "educational" system ... luckily there are new alternatives now.

There is no caress yet, or maybe there is but very mild, of the kind that's worth the most ... a short goodbye kiss on the cheek, then run out to hide the blushing face ... and then fall asleep thinking about that sweet, innocent kiss ... it means a world at the time ... if only those times could return ...

Then came the exchange of letters, because after that kiss, it was known that it was more than just a friendship. Simple writings saying "I love you" or "I like you" ... it was that easy and cute, children in love. It made you fly without wings, float in the clouds, forget about the world and time, she was the only thing that mattered in each of those days. Spending most of the time together and nights thinking about her ... those times can return ...

After a while the answer never came, because that caring was mutual, but the "love" I never knew ... and those are the times when the courting is only on one side, and she is just the courted one that can enjoy that stage, regardless of the uncertainty and doubt sown in him, which is only awaiting for an answer, any sign or signal, which will confirm the hopes of one day being reciprocated ...

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The Gift Of Destiny

Is the wait over? Could it be that the universe has presented me a new gift? Like a kid with a new toy, to see the joy, impression, smile on his face...thousands of emotions and new sensations...some others not new, but that were hidden in the depths of my soul...so deep that I already believed nonexistent, missing, lost. But there they were, the old and the new, and only now I knew when you woke them up... I must say that those emotions I called old, for feeling them before in the past, are much more intense this time, which sometimes makes me believe that they are different feelings...I think it's on another level.

Up to this point in my life I have felt and lived several experiences...maybe not more than my parents, but I can say that by giving my whole being in each one of them, that makes them very intense, that makes me say I tried my utmost, I did not give up, until that time when I decided not to feel more hurt...I decided to think about me. And for many years I thought those feelings were dead, killed by those past relationships in which they were the hope of making life better. During those years, I watched them from afar, in other people, in other couples, in movies, in books...they were hidden in me, and I thought I'd never feel them again, but deep in my heart I was still asking.

 
So, I started the process of personal growth, self-esteem, self-respect, love yourself...to teach by example we first have to heal ourselves, and that is what I tried to do, and I am still trying. Looking at the past, it is so much what I have changed in my life. Both what I have rejected and the new that I'm still integrating. I must say I'm not afraid to change, not afraid to life, because living in fear is not living, is living dead....and I chose not to be a zombie (which today are followed as a trend). Crucial in the process is the role of  nature, animals, meditation, yoga, healthy eating, and that special connection with the celestial bodies that brought us unto the world in the beginning, as a gift to our parents in this life, and as a gift to who knows who in our previous lives. Nothing else is needed but that connection...everything else, no matter how wonderful it is, is automatically attracted, like dreams to music, the feeling of flying when you are in love...like my lips to yours...

And that's how I found you or you found me...the universe brought us together. And it was written in our books, at least in this life, and who knows if also in some past life, because that feeling of knowing a person from somewhere else, without having very clear and vivid memories, that feeling is not our imagination, and unfortunately is often overlooked by some who do not know what they want in life, those who do not know themselves (I stole that from you). How to explain that incredible feeling of comfort, confidence, the need to talk, see you, touch you, be next to each other... fall in love with our madness, to live together for the rest we have, raise a family, feel each other, love each other...being us. I call it destiny, the plan that the Universe have for us both. And these stories exist, but they are scarce, and you can just feel it... as is happening now.

One can feel very comfortable with a person, care and want her/him very much, even feel love, and yet slightly feel that there's something missing...and that something is often ignored, and you just decide go ahead without feeling completely full, thinking that nothing is perfect, and that you can make it work (by forcing it)...but it can be perfect if you want it, if you attract it. And if for a moment those higher energies decide to unite us, decide that it's already time for us to find such happiness, after many turns in our lives that left us with experiences, left us with the urge of wanting something more...you are my something else... and I hope to be yours.

 
This is just the beginning of our story... hopefully to become the best-selling book, the most inspiring quotes...because something as wonderful and amazing as what is "shaking our ground" these days, must not be hidden from the rest of the world. Beauty should be shared and is always appreciated... it gives hope to those who yearn for a change, and who believe that the stories of the fairy tales stories can actually exist. They exist in the world we are both creating, a world to which very few have access to right now,  world where you see with your heart and not with the eyes, where we walk next to the angels every evening, holding hands...and lying on the prairie of the stars, I tenderly touch your pretty face, steal the smell of your long hair, and go to sleep with that goodnight kiss, reminding us that dreams can be real...and that is exactly what we are beginning to live.

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The Way Back

Unknown subtle bodies, minds connected to levels longed for a few, those few aware of the existence of that life... maybe is not necessary to say "good life" or "better life" or "healthy life", just life, because I don't think the rest should take that name, existence is more appropriate as you can exist without having a life, but there is no life without existence. That enlightenment, peace, clarity, purity and tranquility that some have already known, that what they awake aspire to, the open minds, free spirits, souls of the wind, used to fly and get lost in the moment, enjoy every second, catch every particle of life around us, absorb that light energy, food for the soul...

Teaching is the key to our evolution, but also very important is the self learning. This awakening of curiosity, thirst and hunger for more information, not keep the first impressions or speeches, even if whole nation reveres that speaker as the most brilliant mind and soul that exists at that time... never stop believing in your own feelings, listen to the hunches, pay attention to the body and mind when it speaks to you.... no one knows you better than yourself, and I know there are many who still don't know, and who are lost in practices that doesn't fill the body, mind and spirit.... and I know because I was there too, with which I do not mean that I am now in that longed enlightened level, I simply want to say that I already realized that the level is real, and that level is where I want to get, and I get closer every day.

Many of us did not have that kind of teaching, especially the older generations including mine, there are still residues of the era in which "we are all born sinners," and we must amend our lives to service, to reach those levels... something that many see incredibly far, and only available for a few... that's the thought of the last era in which millions are still living without opening his eyes, not able to stop thinking that they don't have to please anyone to amend their lives, only yourself... and for that you don't need a religious group, or the idolatry of "earthly gods" also known as priests, clerics, popes, pastors, which claim to be messengers (not saying it's a lie) sent to guide the sheep... to guide the sheep I can share and maybe understand, and there's nothing wrong with (in contrast, is something that many would have liked to have) sharing the knowledge and sow the seeds of consciousness to awaken the thirst and hunger of knowing oneself and self healing. But, I don't agree at all with those practices where brainwashing is so common by those "leaders" who sow the seeds but restrict their development, they make it depend on many requirements that the sheep must follow to belong to the group, and so be saved from all their sins, and you can never be brighter or more enlightened than the teacher, because in their eyes, they are the ones who have that privilege. Luckily, several already realize that they are not needed, and that this celestial communication, out of this world, or alien (outside the Earth), it's something that can be obtained in an individual, intimate and personal way, and then share with other peers, and begin to awake the sleeping zombies, start opening new eyes. And is not about thinking we are better than the rest, is about not to been selfish and share something that others do not see, as well as other ascended beings share their knowledge with us. 

How to do it? Focus the energy on loving yourself, healing yourself, cleanse the physical, mental, etheric and astral body. Meditation is my preferred way of healing and enlightenment, along with yoga, with which the physical body also clean itself. And you do all this together with a healthy diet, which I will leave to the discretion of each. If you do not know well at the moment if you are feeding yourself correctly, meditation will let you know... who better than your own mind can communicate with your body and tell you what it needs or what it is superfluous. And meditation is as simple as closing your eyes, clear your mind, and focus on breathing, and then let it flow. Nothing negative can come from there, it's your mind and emotions communicating, and after a while (or for some immediately) it's also higher beings, spiritual teachers, our guides, that are there to show us the way, and they have been waiting for a long time for us to open our eyes and wake up from the "hypnosis" in which we are immersed, hypnosis we sometimes call life. World peace starts with personal peace, and if each person would focus on something as simple as taking the time to meditate, it is not difficult to imagine how different would this world be. We would go to the paradise where we originally coexisted with nonhuman animals (we are animals, but one quite different, and not in the good sense). It was us who created an artificial world within the natural paradise in which we already lived in the times of Lemuria and then Atlantis (investigate for yourself, please do not use Wikipedia for serious topics and for what others want to keep secret).

Sometimes this magnetism between 2 beings is something that does not respect neither geographical distances, nor languages. It simply touches you profoundly, shakes you in such a way that it is not possible to ignore. Much is expected by similar, often unimaginable connections, or idealized only across histories forgotten in time, lost between debris barriers of ignorance and cowardice... the absence of this courage, this value that makes you believe and trust, without knowing what is coming, but only knowing that it is something that it is necessary to pursue. So many signs indicating similarities between parallel paths, which you know at some moment turn into only one physical, mental and emotional union. Especially the last 2 are those that maintain this path in a constant state of growth and permanent development, and it takes such a form, that it is never even considered not for seconds to separate again. The physical path intertwines with the air...be a flutter of wings flying to the infinite, enjoy it as though you never believed possible. There are neither bandages nor hands keeping silent words, to open the physical eyes is no longer necessary, we can see it and feel, we can breathe it and live it... close your eyes, breathe, fly.... You won't want to return to your artificial world.

 

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The Girl Who Woke Me Up

I remember it was a Saturday morning, probably around 9 am, so very early if you consider we went to the bar the night before and didn't go to sleep until 5 am. So there you were, your beautiful brown eyes, so close to mine, I could breathe your smell, almost hear your heartbeats, and I was so sleepy, I thought I was actually dreaming, and just keep looking at you like I was hypnotized. I think you were touching my face very softly, because I remember seeing your hands moving away when I opened my eyes. I knew you were talking to me, because I saw your lips moving, but I was just looking at them, hoping that the moment never go away, hoping that this dream would last a little longer…to this day, this has been my best awakening. 

Finally you left, disappear from what at that moment I thought was a dream, and I went back to sleep. When I finally woke up, I went looking for you, you were not in your room, your things were not there either, where were you? ...so I asked some of your friends, and they told me you left. They told me you came to say goodbye early in the morning but I was half asleep and I didn't realize what was going on…you were gone…I didn't know for how long, and that day I knew.

The next 2 weeks were so strange. There was this new feeling, that just started when you were gone, all because your face was the first thing that I saw when I half woke up that morning. Every morning after that I was hoping to see you there again. Sometimes I didn't even open my eyes hoping that I could just feel your fingers touching my face, or maybe breathe your smell again…but it never happened…you were gone…It's not even 10 days and I miss you too much, like I'm not complete without you here...

The 2 weeks were over, and you came back. I was so excited to finally understand if that feeling was just a thing, or it was something real, and this was the best way to know...It was not the first time I liked someone, but there was something different, maybe it was the different culture, the excitement of experiencing this away from home, where everything was more intense. All the feelings are felt stronger, emotions adding up...who knows if now we can disappear together for a moment, and go to that place where we were so many times before, but not having these feelings. I promise I'll hold you close, let's fly for a while...

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The Back Of The Pages

As I try to follow your steps, they get lost in the fog, sudden moisture of your eyes. And so I lose track of you, blinded by the flash of your wings beating silently, struggling against the wind. The one that initially prompted you to come into my world...for you a lost, meaningless and hard to find place where I lay immersed...drowned without having a slight breath of life...real life.

Words of ignorance fired out of their mouths, formed rebellions in some accurate phrases, designed to kill the last bit of hope of that world yet unknown...that world that threatens with celestial wars, and an epic defeat that has been dreamed for centuries...

Few were the fighters, at that time considered disoriented, losers, for being on the side with fewer options of wining. And what easy comes easy goes...big changes take a long time in the making, the firmest pillars are not gestated overnight...and now who will be able to knock them down?...not those lost souls that now seek the comfort in those who were once their rivals...

The doors will be open, and these do not close when the sun goes down, or when the winter is coming. The doubts remained, they questioned the teachers of evil, ran away from their captors, and are now closer than ever to start the real life. All new, all you thought that was impossible...and all the time is available to write the back of the pages, those pages that waited for their absence...

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Apparition

Sometimes you wander in my dreams, run away when we seem to be close, or is it your roam my real grief, the suffering for my unexpected loss. Perhaps the dream is not such, and your distance is different, not away from reality, in what I desire to be my fantasy, when I awake ...

With more practice I could reach you, and believe me I will do it, 

though the moment remains uncertain, anxious, furious...

I hope to notice the life that still chugs in the ashes, my ground wire, wet sands, our entrenched ways...

It is still difficult to understand the reason of your constant apparition, a remnant of scattered, random, memories would be more sane. Need for permanent connection, it may be your answer to the hundreds of questions that blew the doors of the soul... yet...

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Rompiéndo las cadenas

Aquellas cicatrices, visibles para quienes te notan, son la irrefutable prueba de tu victoria, del haber ganado esa guerra contra las heridas de tu ausencia. Heridas que en un momento creiste acabarían con tu existencia, desesperación, angustia, tristeza, dolor...solo la falta de cualquier sentimiento alegre y positivo, te impulsó aún con más fuerza en tu viaje a recuperar ese toque de los ángeles...el comienzo de la batalla.

Reuniste las fuerzas necesarias, poco a poco, sin apuro, sin errores, no como en el pasado...tu futuro fue la meta, la adrenalina necesaria en tu presente, por lo menos en ese momento de tu vida. Los rugidos trataron de callarte, los temblores abrazaron desconsuelos...esas manos invisibles aferrándose a las tuyas, salvadoras estelares, destello interno de tu savia.

Aceptaste esa derrota, y esos fueron tus laureles. Saber que es solo una caída, y que aún podías levantarte. Se empieza a crear la cicatriz, quizás una más de muchas que pasaron y que vendrán. Por siempre estará presente, recordándote que fuiste capaz de superarlo, aunque haya costado mucho, lo lograste de todas formas...esa es tu corona.

Casa vez que la mires recordarás tu gran lucha, y tendrás presente que no hay nada en esta vida que no se pueda superar...no existen los imposibles, solo están en algunas mentes, aún dependientes de otras, ya libres de cadenas, capaces de conducir sus acciones a lugares impensados por aquellos encadenados. Simplemente cree que todo es posible, y las cadenas desaparecerán...paciencia.

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