Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

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  • 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.

  • Truly real at last

    Art by me

    There is a deeper sense of gratitude when i feel there is an ending… a limit, a change, a transformation… a beginning really.

    For me, gratitude stems from the deeper sense that All That Is, is ephemeral, and in its waning and waxing eternally, is constantly dying.

    Death has never been something to fear for me. It is the not knowing how to live that creates the immeasurable suffering on many planes. How to live with the Unknown, how to live with loss, how to grieve the transformation of others that are out of our control. If even we ourselves are out of our control… We…just Are.

    It doesn’t work the way I thought I was taught. Be a good girl and good things happen. Even if that voice was an illusion of my own hearing, it had its part and purpose. But being good doesn’t change the fact that suffering is inherent in a dual existence. What does it mean anyway? Everything is good or bad always from a different perspective. There is that pain of sustaining the polarities until the explosion bursts open a heart that thought it couldn’t love anymore. But the only thing it has ever done and will do is love.

    Gratitude to endings and death and renewal of a world lost in an imaginal concoction that just needed that magical last touch. To be seen. To be heard. And just like that, after the magic word has been uttered and the preconceptions are left behind,    what once was just a dream becomes truly real… at last…