I listen. I write. It happens. It is…

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bloom, connection, drops, eternity, flow, flower, life, love, photography, poetry, reality, reflection, seed, self, Spirituality, testament, truth

You might ask, why do I mention, and address Love so much?

Well, what other is there, that deserves being mentioned?

This Love has shown itself to me, at a very young age. Not knowing what it was, I distanced myself from it by using heavy drugs.

It speaks to me, and I listen. Yet, I have confused it for the connection between me and women. Hence why I was never satisfied with such relationships. This Love knows no other. It only is itself.

It doesn’t seek, nor compromises. It is impatient as a curious child, yet silent as Night. It burns in my Heart like a wildfire, ready to devour every false concept of it, me, and other.

When I mention it, there is no one that is being addressed, for this Love is not personal. It is a deep call, without voice, from within the depths of Soul.

It is here, to meet itself.

In my interpretations, I have misunderstood myself. As such, others have misinterpreted my words, for I still held seeking and longing in my desires.

There is no person, that can rise to this Love.

Yet, there is still that darkness that lurks within my mind, playing tricks of pleasurable nature. I used to see myself in that, but it is no more. This Love has no shadow…nothing to be compared with, for it is the eternal seed that holds the flower.

This is no motivational talk, and it holds no romance. It is direct as one’s pure truth can be.

It is a testament, for words have now lost their expressive value, and thus became Life…bound to no thing…free from, yet not separate from all.

Words are now that for me. I listen. I write. It happens. It is…

Center

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life, love, passion, poetry, sensuality, Spirituality, universe

I am in search for something far greater than what can be seen, a passion that never withers. In people I look for mystery and intrigue, for those same questions that I pose to myself and creation. Although I search, I don’t move. I stay in myself as the seed stays in the center of the flower. I patiently enjoy the wait in the company of a sweet breeze, for She one day will come to blow these petals away. The Universe is directing us towards each other by an individual path, one of self love and love of All.

Creators of Destiny

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death, Destiny, discovery, life, meditation, Spirituality

We call it Destiny, yet when we see it unfolding in front of us we get afraid, some end up saying “I didn’t want this!”

We forget that with each step we take comes a decision, therefore we chose this path – no one else did, and we shouldn’t let others or any kind of law decide what is best for us. Destiny is not something fixed. We are the creators of it!.

We have to come in terms with ourselves so we can understand better. Don’t pretend others to understand you, or the decision you take, because sometimes they never will.

Imagine your self as a pool of still water, unmoved. Than a breeze comes, or a leaf falls, or a rock had penetrated to your depths, causing ripples, waves on your surface or core. Those are all Life’s situations, creating feelings, sometimes even turbulence in you. Big or small, they all brought change in your Life and in your Being. I call expansion, evolution. Accept all that, and you will find your self surfing on top waves of soul. What you have been afraid of, has now made you a better human being, realizing that there is nothing, “no thing” to be afraid of.

I am embracing Death as part of my daily Life, present in each moment.

I am that space where Soul meets Life.

The Land of Eerie

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Do you know the feeling of when entering a cave, while outside the cold wind blows so hard that it tears off your skin – a devilish rupture? The first assimilation of the senses, is the welcoming warm humidity of the cave, a cosines that reminds me of home – the womb. Where all exterior sounds and noises fade in the echoing melody of water droplets falling gracefully to their destiny of rock. Placed myself in the depths of the cave, staring at walls that recited the story written in scars on my own body.

“My my, let us sing this poor boy a lullaby – bye!

Let his sickening anguish,

Through our water perish!

Drink the sour tea,

From the sacred tree.

Chew the hardened root,

In it you’ll find wisdom

– and truth.

With Her kiss, a drunken taste of mint,

She will take you through the labyrinth.

Now! …the puzzled query…

Are you ready for the land of eerie?”

The Messenger at Dawn

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For Her, a name would be vain.
Her face, on each drop of rain.
The messenger that comes as thunder cutting through the sky,
silencing our secret dreams at break of dawn,
bringing the demise of our mediocre lies.
She won’t ignore our pleas, our cries,
but Her duty she must fullfill.
She will come to take with Her the children of night,
those that howl at the pale Moon,
those that dance like beasts around fire,
those that breathe the hurricane winds of stormy seas,
those that have fallen from Heaven to save what was once lost.
Let’s meet Her fury on the edge of time,
for yesterday and tomorrow death has come.
On rocky shores we will stand naked,
singing songs to Her and praises.
While the relentless waves carve the land in their own image,
blades of grass cut through the winds of change
– winds that burn History’s page.
The slaughter of time has saved us.
Greet Her with open hearts,
cause She is gentle,
She is a Mother,
A mysterious Lover.

A Place, a Space, with no Face

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kiss, life, love, man, meditation, poetry, re-birth, reflection, sex, Spirituality, universe, woman

There’s a place, a space, with no face – a connection between man and woman, so deep, so innocent, beyond the pleasures of body, where ego can’t even linger in its shadow.

It’s when you share a pair of headphones, while listening to a song, sitting at the shore, observing and listening to the sea as he sculptures the land with his salty waters in the background.
When you kiss the tears coming down from each other’s eyes, holding each other tight. Where the broad shoulder of man has purpose, to hold her head high, to the bluest of skies, while she cries. Together they go revisiting each other’s past and come back as new born children.

“I see the Sun hiding behind clouds, in her morning shyness.
She just woke up and yet She shines bright.
And those comforting words that She whispers to me,
So softly bring tears to my eyes;
“I love you child”
(18,03,2015)

Journey of Discovery

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dance, dawn, discovery, drugs, friends, life, love, meditation, now, photography, poetry, reflection, Spirituality, travelling, universe

When we are given birth into this world, we are empty of knowledge, yet full of wisdom. With age, our families, society with it’s schools, employment, and structural programming of chaotic wants and neediness, start to teach us this and that. What time we have to eat. How to eat. What to dress. They try to shape us into something we are not. They try to make us believe that life is hard, so I have to be strong, tough, therefore I don’t have the luxury to feel cause I have to move on to the next thing, and next, and more, more…
The most magnificent journey we are presented with, is that of inner discovery. One that is limitless, where even the sky has no boundaries and the clouds are there to dance on. Most of us travel the Earth to get a sense of the sheer magnificence of all, others travel the dark corners of thought with drugs. Both situations isolate us from the chaotic world of social hierchy and false security. We realise that in Life there is no security. Life herself is a Goddess of insecurities. Through embracing that insecurity we become fearless. We enter a space of continuous newness…a state of godliness.
The unknown is always greater than the known. The known is limited by its own volume. The unknown doesn’t have volume, it cannot be contained.
Life is the journey of discovering one’s Self.

Value

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family, life, love, meditation, poetry, reflection, search, sex, Spirituality, universe

When I was a kid my parents satisfied most of my wants, although not instantly. Being that we are two boys, my parents always had to buy two of each thing. If it was a BMX or something else, my parents saved money, and we would get it for Christmas. They didn’t buy us unnecessary things, and we always had to wait for them. They were teaching us the value of things, together with the value of waiting. I never was the type to wait, and surely was the type that always want more. I would even manipulate my brother to let me play with his toys, so while my toys were all still brand new, his were all half broken. I wanted to see how the toy works, so I would use my brother’s for that.
Since a couple of weeks back, one of my wishes was to get in bed with as much women as possible. But from last week Life taught me better. I was deluding myself in the belief that freedom is having what I want, I was wrong! I realized that to have all that I wanted meant to focus on many things at once, to again manipulate and control circumstances in my favor, which resulted in total waste of energy. I realized that in trying to obtain these wants were distracting me from my own reality.
If it’s a woman, I decide to have one, for she deserves to be given true value, for our body is a temple, for I want to lessen the distractions that keep me from achieving my ultimate goal – Life!

What we are searching in other’s, is neglecting us in finding it in ourselves.
What are we afraid of finding in our Selves?

Negative + Positive = Negative

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family, friends, life, meditation, negative, now, photography, poetry, positive, Spirituality, universe

They say; “replace your negative thoughts with positive ones!” I say they are still thoughts. If I question the source of the negative thought, I will realize that I am. And what exactly is a negative thought, or a positive one for that matter?

For me going to shop with my father was extremely stressful, does that mean negative*?* Today I decided to go with him, because after reflecting on what I mentioned in my first paragraph, I realized that I was creating this negative experience for myself. Usually I used to go and all the while trying to think positively, and most of the positive thoughts that I brought up where; hmm I would do this and that… my room would be nice like that… I am on a sandy beach enjoying the Summer… I am in the Swiss alps enjoying a hot choc.

What – the – fuck?!! That is called future, not living the present moment. When I got over both polarities of thought, after today’s reflection, there were no thoughts at all. I am just, being! By suppressing the negative thoughts with positive thoughts, I was actually creating more thoughts.

They say; “you attract what you think.”

I say; “I don’t want to think! I look inside and see peace, love, and bliss. That is what I am, and that is what comes my way.”

P.S. I did enjoy shopping with my father 😛

Search… Death… Re-Birth

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Since my childhood I searched for something. As soon as I thought I had found it, I would realize that it wasn’t it. I searched for friends, lovers, a family in my own enemies, than finally I found something! I found drugs who could numb my pain. But still I kept on searching till I got exhausted and a neighbour to Death. This dark lady took care of me and said; “It’s not yet your turn my child. There are yet so many things I want you to fullfill in this lifetime. Please go and recite to people that I am not to fear, for they have misunderstood, mispoken, and misinterpreted me. I love you my sweet child, I am giving to you the gift of re-birth and baptise you under my name.”

From that moment my fears lessoned, I accepted the mortality and frailty of my human body. Finally the search was coming to it’s end, for in the absence of fear sprouted in me Love. Than I knew, aah! It was what I was looking for, the Love that comes from within. A source of creation through creativity. A Love that is not needy or dependant on others or outside sources.

If I am searching for fire, how will I know that is fire if I have never seen one?
I might see forests burning and celebratory bonfires, and I would say;
“Wow that’s nice, but that is not fire!”
– Is it?