Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

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  • Hasta pronto

    La muerte llega
    con su paso silencioso
    a abrazarnos en el regazo
    del Tiempo eterno.

    No nos desgarra
    ni nos devora,
    sino que nos acoge
    y nos expande
    a ocupar la memoria
    infinita de la Vida.

    Lo que realmente
    Somos,
    queda latiendo en el corazón
    Universal.

    El cuerpo se deshace,
    pero el Amor nunca
    desaparece.

    Al morir nos convertimos
    en el viento que mece
    las hojas de los árboles;
    en la luz del sol que
    centellea en las olas;
    en el suelo fértil del
    que nace el aroma
    de las rosas.

    Fluiremos imparables
    hacia el destino
    de lo
    Eterno.

    •••••

    Hasta pronto abuelito,
    te sentiremos siempre
    en el susurro del ciclo
    cósmico.

  • Time

    Time devours us back into the void.

    It tears apart the thoughts that made us believe we were separate from Darkness, when emptiness has always been the fertile ground for our unfolding Becoming.

    It is only in the returning that we feel whole.

    Dismemberment precedes re-memberance.

    Descent precedes ascent.

    Forgetting will precede resting in who we are, and will bring us back to whom we belong; to the womb and tomb of Life.

  • I offer You

    I offer You
    my fear,
    because I know
    You can hold me.

    I offer You
    my longing,
    because I know
    You can fill me.

    I offer You
    my Self,
    because I know
    You can love me.

    In the darkest corners
    of my being,
    I find Your breath
    that breathes me.

    You are the offering
    and the receiving,
    the Soul of the World,
    and my Becoming.

    •••

    Navaratri is coming, although She has never left…

    Jai Mā 🔻🔱🔺

  • Maybe

    Maybe,
    if I stay still,
    You will move me.

    Maybe,
    if I stop searching,
    I will find You.

    Hearts
    know
    about
    Love,
    they don’t need purpose,
    or action.

    In the dark and deep void
    of silence,
    unknown collides
    with known.

    In the breathless paradox
    of surrender,
    we give birth to ourselves
    once more.

  • A sign

    Sunrise somewhere in Greece

    Yesterday while sailing and chanting to Her, I asked for a sign to guide me, to comfort me about certain things that are pulsating right now in our lives…

    Winds of change are constantly blowing, and if we are silent and still enough to hear and feel, we can hoist the sails up and flow to the dance of the eternal. I quieted my soul enough to listen. And I waited patiently for the sign I was asking for…

    Hours passed and the sun set and I went into the dreamland surrendering to the fact that nothing had been revealed. No sign. No comfort except the knowledge that things never happen when I want them to, but in their own correct timing.

    I drifted away in my slumber only to awake at 5am, for reasons unknown, I just needed to be conscious. And under a blanket of stars, I saw my sign clearly. The stars were not only sparkling in the skies above me, and shooting stars too, but also stars in the sea below our boat. Bioluminescence, shiny plankton, spiraling and dancing in the waters that sustain me.

    Above and below I saw the magnificence of being alive and I felt it all. My tears washing away the fear, the light washing away the darkness, if only momentarily to allow me to be grateful for its deep wisdom.

    It’s only in this darkness that I can appreciate the light.

    Life gave me what I asked for in the most magical way and for that I am grateful. There will always be things that are out of our control, but I know one thing that is, and it’s my faith in knowing that whatever happens, we can always find a sparkle of hope and growth and deep wisdom in the unknown plan of the Universe. Thank you.