Gratitude ought to root in,
For the chance, the moments lived,
Like nothing matters,
like everything else, dissolve,
Like the end of hope, at the start,
Where all of it, all of it green,
Is yet once more the one thing left
2/25/2016
No Querer
México Marriage - Febrero 2016
No querer tenerte,
No querer quererte,
No extrañar tu nariz,
No querer vida contigo,
No querer que funcione,
No querer compartir vida,
No querer nada,
Dejar que fluya el río,
Dejar que fluyan caudales,
Dejar que se seque la corriente,
Dejar,
Qué no te quedes sin mí,
Que no me quede sin ti,
Que no espere nada,
Que todo viene,
Que ya se, algo,
Que ya sabes, todo,
No hay nada mejor que un inicio
No hay peor que lo que no inicia
Horizontes sin líneas al final
Líneas
#letgo
Alguien que llega para quedarse
Alguien que sueña lo que yo sueño
Que sabe - el desintir
Mi vaso de agua
2/21/2016
Aluminium Box
I need to tell you something. Something that I am most certain, happened.
I was in a room, filled with white blue light. I stood and was instructed to approach a table that rested magestic, cool, a few hundred meters in front of me. A box, I learned, not a table. A box, made of aluminium plates, light, long and firm.
The room was vast, breezy, light. It was flanked by large tall windows that made up walls. The roof was not visible, it was, light filled. Textiles spread at random on the floor, with only two sheets just below the box, over the stone gray floor. Chiffon white curtains flowed.
The instruction to me was: "approach the table and once there look inside, lift what you find, and to carry it over to the textile sheets and let it rest on the ground." I could see the long lush two layers of sheet resting on the stone.
I was warned not to "be surprised or become emotional about what you will see. It will shake you, profoundly, but let it be, so go in there, observe and carry out the task."
And so I did. I walked towards the box. I got close. I leaned and got to peak over a long bed of water and an ocean that contained my dead body resting on it. There, I lied. Eyes closed. There, dead.
I stayed and observed. Looking at my body made of a mixture of ice and light, of water and stone, breathless, eyes closed. I laid there without a single breath, without movement. And I got to see something of myself that I haven't seen before.
In sudden, air escaped. A last breathe, the last death. Then, breeze and tranquillity. Midsummer in, with the wince, let air out. Once, twice. Be done.
And so I and I extended my arms. I made a claw with my arms to grasp my body, my arm went under my legs, the other under my back. And looking directly into the closed eyes, across the torso and naked legs, I picked me up, over and carried me down. And then I let me rest on the ground on the sheets, on the fresh cold stone.
And I walked away backwards. Looking intently towards my dead body. Strangely just trying to understand how is it that I have died yet I'm still alive.
2/09/2016
Noche de Mexico
- Noche de México -
No querer tenerte,
No querer quererte,
No extrañar tu nariz,
No querer vida contigo,
No querer que funcione,
No querer compartir vida,
No querer nada,
Dejar que fluya el río,
Dejar que fluyan caudales,
Dejar que se seque la corriente,
Dejar,
#letgo
Qué no te quedes sin mí,
Que no me quede sin ti,
Que no espere nada,
Que todo viene,
Que ya se, algo,
Que ya sabes, todo,
#letgo
No hay nada mejor que un inicio
No hay peor que lo que no inicia
Horizontes sin líneas al final
Final sin horizontes
Líneas
#letgo
Alguien que llega para quedarse
Alguien que sueña lo que yo sueño
Que sabe - el desintir
Mi vaso de agua
#letgo
In A Basket
Your heart is picked, from an entrenched, woven basket
You don't own time, space, future,
Your heart is picked, an in time elevated, no longer lying on its casket
Your heart is picked, and it sees the room, the light, the dark, sees itself, by leaves surrounded, and the wind blows, and the rain drops, and the sun scorches, and beauty reigns
Vulnerability, from a tree grows, and it expands and salutes, roots it grows,
Roots deep down into the space below, grabbing tight, unaware of what happens above,
And chimes sound, clouds pass, and to a storm the wind, oh the surface wind, it blows,
And yet, the speed like a rollercoaster goes, vertical, vertigo, time sets and you don't own,
You don't own time, space, future,
suddenly, floating overtime, it all stops,
ready you are to be dropped,
Yet the space in the basket is gone, no same space to land, just the vast grass,
Time rolls, you tumble, and chamomile finds you, to shush, to shoosh, to whoosh,
Your heart gets picked, your heart does not,
And willows go, and trees fall, while forests collapse, into one single trunk, wood chopped, constructions built... Again
Gratitude ought to root in,
For the chance, the moments lived,
Like nothing matters,
like everything else, dissolve,
Like the end of hope, at the start,
Where all of it, all of it green,
Is yet once more the one thing left
And your heart gets thrown, into a basket,
Woven,
For a grabber to hold,
and never ever let it go
The One Thing Left
Gratitude ought to root in,
For the chance, the moments lived,
Like nothing matters,
like everything else, dissolves,
Like the end of hope, at the start,
Where all of it, all of it was green,
That
Is yet once more the one thing left
The unsent messages & tweets
Ibiza Yoga Shakti Learnings
- Let Go
- Be grateful for everything
- Your childhood was gifted
- Draw blocks in your journal - 1 year = 1
- Be grateful for movement
- Ibiza expects you to let go
- I love the latest Album
- I (shouldn't) miss you
- Authentic self speaks, voice mute
- I made an offering for you
- Ibiza is looking after you
- You get caught up, miss big pic
- I am looking after you
- I missed you (shouldn't have)
- Let go
- Surrender
- Don't compromise yourself
- Kissing is amazing
- Some slap me, why time waste?
- Perspective, bird view, I C Me
- Counted, in fingers, the moments
- The hours between us
- Turn me on in
- Swoosh and wish, they try, I can't
- Strange how human light works
- Light Holly, a perfect encounter
- Timing is everything
- Are we better than our context?
- Soak in your own power
- Stars gaze me at deep Ibiza
- defeat enmity
- Soak in your own power
- Follow the Shakti
- Be your best at your simplest
- So in love, I am not airplanes
- I shan't waste my time, not worth
2/08/2016
"Hymns of Life" (London Fields)
Raised hands upwards right,
Upwards left, so many a night,
The hymns that play through life,
Charged, tempoed, playing away
Jagged hips, join the motion,
Latin ways, but Anglo kept, control
And the lyrics, this time say
"You will fall with someone new,
No more being alone,
no more saying no more"
The source of this finding
another's eyes
And that, in itself, is the source of hope
Hands and hips continue but they go
To oblivious land
For those eyes have no been found
Happy New Year Love
Punta Blanca - Dec 2016
Beach, sun, a roar inside,
I zig zag way down to the beach,
Early twenties, life in swing,
Now past that, why does the heart sing?
To music
To drinks
To tropical weather
To life between
Decorate time
Restless, strength,
And beyond light,
Without stop
Moon party,
dress moon,
party dress,
The night is all on tonight - beautiful - life
Let time not pass by
Oh, and yes, happy new year love
Dejar
Noche de México
No querer tenerte,
No querer quererte,
No extrañar tu nariz,
No querer vida contigo,
No querer que funcione,
No querer compartir vida,
No querer nada,
Dejar que fluya el río,
Dejar que fluyan caudales,
Dejar que se seque la corriente,
Dejar,
#letgo
Qué no te quedes sin mí,
Que no me quede sin ti,
Que no espere nada,
Que todo viene,
Que ya se, algo,
Que ya sabes, todo,
#letgo
No hay nada mejor que un inicio
No hay peor que lo que no inicia
Horizontes sin líneas al final
Final sin horizontes
Líneas
#letgo
Alguien que llega para quedarse
Alguien que sueña lo que yo sueño
Que sabe - el desintir
Mi vaso de agua
#letgo
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