Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

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  • Tired

    Half of my face

    This unconscious weight I carry, this unconscious burden, complex, neurosis, whatever it might be called… this heavy uneasiness of being and breathing, blocking the longing of my heart, is slowly becoming visible. It’s slowly lighting up the parts that were ignored for too long.

    I am not afraid this time, because I am tired. Tiredness always wins the battle, and probably will win the war too. Tiredness leads me personally to surrender. It has always been my last resting place before letting go.

    The fire starts with anger, with a hidden force I never thought possible in me, a frustration and rage that moves me into actions and reactions, into movement, ignoring the still, quiet nature of my pain underneath it all.

    I need to explode so that after the fires have been put out, I can cover my grieving soul with the ashes of my experience.

    Then, I rest in the solitude that sadness brings me, washing away with its rivers of tears the projected passions I had unleashed. In that dark void of sadness I find the quiet truth.

    That I am tired, nothing else.

    Tired of this game I play with myself. Tired of ignoring Her, my Soul, who always waits patiently for my embrace. In this endless dance I am still learning; the embrace of my inner world, and the reality of an outside world that crumbles around me. And sustaining it all is my Soul, and the Soul of the World. 

  • Into just Being

    I hear it whispering
    through my veins.

    That longing again.

    I hear the call from the locked faraway doorways and corridors of my Soul.

    It’s a silent cry that cracks my bones open.

    Broken into pieces as shattered memories of past and future stories.

    Re-membering and
    mending together
    the pieces of my
    collapsed mirror.

    My vessel can no longer
    hold in the desire to be uncontained;
    drifting away with every storm
    that deafens and blinds us
    into awakening.

    Into seeing.

    Into being seen.

    Into holding oneself,
    and each other in oneself.

    Into just Being.

  • Silencio Interno

    Me sumerjo en
    el silencio interno,
    respirando vacío.

    Vacío que me arropa,
    me sustenta;
    oscuridad
    que mece mi alma,
    y silencia mi mente.

    Siento plenitud al
    inhalar y exhalar,
    al ritmo del latir
    del corazón universal.

    En el centro
    de una misma.
    Desde el abismo
    inmortal.

    Escuchando en los
    susurros del presente,
    todo lo que fue y será.

  • The ocean of OneSelf

    I was looking for truth once…

    Now I search for Life.

    For Soul.

    I let my long black hair grow like an unforgotten garden in time.

    Soaked and dry at the same time.

    In the extremes of vulnerable endings.

    Where beginnings meet Death.

    Face to Face.

    Heart to Heart.

    And sin is washed off by
    His hands,
    who serve Her.

    In service of the Heart.

    Of Life.

    Now it’s time to
    let it flow back
    to the river
    it once belonged to.

    Home, in the ocean of OneSelf.

  • A veces

    A veces hace falta que la vida se detenga si nosotros no sabemos parar… respirar, observar, dejarnos sentir en plenitud el latir de la naturaleza salvaje del cambio.

    Porque en un instante una flor nace, y un momento después otra se marchita.

    El agradecimiento de la presencia, prestar atención… y es así como la ilusión se desvela y sólo queda lo esencial, la verdad de la eterna espiral del cambio.