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.
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 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.
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…
Photo by me in Tenerife
I walk around the garden and I feel life around me blooming. I have a special connection to nature that is different to my other over-intellectualised passions.
It’s in my own essence to want to know everything, an eternal seeker, of truth and beauty above all.
But nature… my curiosity and attraction for it is fueled from a place below, from an unknown known that speaks the voice of instinct and intuition. The witch’s voice deep within me, the potion medicine maker in my heart.
I walk around the garden and I feel a whisper in the back of my neck, I turn around and I can instantly see between the weeds, or hidden away, a new flower, a new fruit, a bee as messenger of the Goddess speaking to me in their own language… I feel where I need to plant what, I feel what new species are growing without touching a book, I just suddenly look at a plant or flower and hear them in me saying “more water please” or “sing to us today”.
It has never happened to me before with anything else… and I am letting myself get swept away with this gift because it brings me actual joy and happiness to experiment in this way.
A part of me will always be questioning everything, reality itself for that matter, but when I feel in my bones the voices of the unknown known I always listen, and books, practice, people that really know about nature, always end up confirming these voices… They are the soul of nature that speaks to all of us, if we just learn to be quiet enough to listen. Thank you Mama Gaia, I love you.
