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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The Second Life

Not so easy to put my words, rather feelings in English when my mother tongue is Spanish. Especially if every time I write I do it with what is flowing in the moment, and never check on anything after I finish writing it. In this case it will have to be different, since the intention is to be understood as good as possible, so I probably wrote this in Spanish and then translated it into English, just for you (even though there's a translator tool on the right bar of the website, which can still be used for Spanish speakers that don't speak English).

Days ago I wanted to start with a topic perhaps not as gentle or neutral, but always interesting, and discussed for many generations until today, no age differences. Obviously there are some who do not even discuss it because they are sure of what happens to us when the lights go out. I respect all beliefs, I may find some of them ridiculous, but I respect them anyway, I mean I do not make fun of it (at least not out loud). The end, lights out, game over, transit, passing, second life (which I prefer), or simply death.

I think we are where we are fulfilling our role (whatever that is), taking up space, and living within a container (like a milk carton), which we call body. When the body finishes oxidize, then it's time to move to another state. All the organic compounds decompose over time, and the oxygen that gives us life on Earth, is the same that will eventually oxidize us... the best example is cutting a fruit and see how it turns brown. Same thing with our container, with the only difference that it happens in a less immediate period of time, or at least changes are not notice that easily.

Quoting Antoine Lavoisier, matter cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed, and then why us human beings should be different from the rest? That we evolved from the apes, Adam and Eve, extraterrestrial genetic engineering (which makes more sense to me), or who knows how many more theories. Why not all of them together?

It is true that the pain of losing a loved one will always be a very strong feeling, which is part of what makes us humans. But if you understand that death is just a door opening, a going to the next level, a promotion, rather than THE END, people could be glad that you are leaving this body and this world to go and explore whatever is next. I prefer to see it as a promotion, just going somewhere else, starting a new life, hopefully better than this one. This is why I try to explain and let my closest people know what I really don't want after I leave this place, at least in a material way. No funeral (or at least not a sad one), no coffin, no cemetery, tears are perhaps inevitable (the way I see it, they cry not because you left, but because they cannot go with you), but any ritual or ceremony they don't go with me at all. I decided not to belong to any religious group and just go by what life has taught me and showed me, which does not mean that I do not believe in anything, because it's probably the complete opposite (I believe in everything there is, all merged together, coming from the same root, but diverged into different branches, which is what groups created...men), and I do have several spiritual connections, experiences, or whatever you want to call it, but that's for another post cause it's super extensive, and also is not so easy to explain if I don't really know who is reading this, being realistic I hope that there's someone reading this (haha).

I try to explain to my mom that when that moment comes, she should take it as "see you later or talk some other time" (in Spanish or she'd probably won't know what I'm saying) because that’s what it is for me. For this reason is that I also try to live my life without fear, do not misunderstand this, I keep having fears, but I try not to live with them. Sometimes before trying something scary I say, "the worst that can happen is that I die", and because I am so sure that it does not end there, it's simply a going forward. Think of all extreme athletes, those who live life knowing they can die in a second, but the mere fact of wanting to feel the adrenaline keeps them going. And if you have ever had a near death experience, it only makes you have a different perspective of life and things after that, usually it´s for the best (ps: I don't do any extreme sports, maybe someday, not afraid to try though, just haven't felt the calling, and I'm too lazy too, and scared, ha).

And if some people are so conscious that death will come along, what is the idea of complaining about the life they're living, without doing shit (sorry my Spanish) to change? when I hear people say "I cannot quit my job" or "I cannot leave my wife/husband (not promoting divorces but sometimes I think is better)" or "I cannot move to another country", "I cannot change my life now", all those "cannot" are more a "do not want to". For those who believe that the road has an end, well, start changing your life if you're are unhappy with it or just want to improve it... dare, live, enjoy the details, you never know when this part of the trip is going to be over, and if you return, it will be with another consciousness, to start again, to live a second life, hopefully not on the same Earth...

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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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Those Eyes In My Dreams

And once again, your eyes opened in my dreams, waking me from reality, or at least what I think that was...your face remains blurry, your glance keeps calling me, and I just follow them, like I'm hypnotized, like I'm floating...

When the oceans were painted from above, droplets spilled to form what your eyes are today, those I see in my dreams, where I hope to drown someday, not expecting to be saved, unless that salvation requires a gentle awakening by the touch of your lips...

Maybe I've seen you already, cause the feeling is there everyday, searching for those stranger's eyes that try to guide me somewhere I still don't know. Persistent is the feeling while I think I'm awake, sometimes I think I see you everywhere...I'll just wait to be sure, or to catch you on my dreams...maybe is better to know you're just there...for me, than out there for someone else.

So I still can't picture your face, not even a little bit...but what keeps me wondering, even if this is not real, is why the sad look? I guess that's the strongest reason why I keep following you while dreaming (and searching for you while awake), cause I can't imagine someone causing you pain, not to those eyes, not to that tender presence so privileged to be able to look through them every day.

I really hope I can get closer to you today, or tomorrow, whether in my dreams or in "real" life, so I can dry your tears, that never should've fallen, wrap you in my arms and never let you go, not again.

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