dreams

“We have to stop and be humble enough to understand that there is something called mystery” ~ Paulo Coelho

dreamers do not really know how dreams manifest, all they know is that they will. the way, the time, when or where belongs to the unknown, but their trust in the dream, their faith in their hearts is such that there is no doubt about the dream. they know it will manifest independently of what the situations look like, so the dreamer lets it happen whenever the dream itself wishes to.

independently of how things look like, dreamers keep alive in their hearts the burning flame of faith, a flame that carries them where they have to be, when they are meant to, in reaching the point where the dreams they dream live inside of them, live in their bodies, they become their thoughts, their feelings, their actions, their lives.

dreamers know about the known and the unknown of life. there are those things that we know, we study, we feel, and there is the unknown. the coincidences, the good luck no one can ever explain and yet they happen all the time. flying between the know and the unknown of each moment dreamers live their dreams, letting them be free to come true when they feel dreamers are ready to live them.

awaken to the dreams in your heart and live them. balance action and dream. dreams come true by dreaming them and acting on them, in a background of silence and balance, they are guided by your heart, intuition, by a clear mind. the dreams you dream will always bring you whatever you need to live them, to accomplish them, they are fed by your trust. your dreams love you as much as you love them, and this love is the love that makes the earth rotate around the sun and the stars shine at night. it is the essence of all there is.

to the future

i have wished for so long

to fly on the wings

of the butterfly sweeping that sings

songs of hope, of love and passion

blissfully seeking for the protection

of your eyes

underneath the skies

 

i looked to the blue sea

the sea that stands between you and me

smiling at the wind

waves of love swing

to the accord of a new

melody

divine orchestra

symphony

but … whoever knows

what comes and goes

in this heart of mine

where suns some times shine

and others a moon rises

stars are faithful allies

showing me the way

a way i never dare to say

the shells on the sand

grew huge on my hand

and in each and one of them

i found the precious gem

of the dream

at gleam

with sunsets in my mind

profound whispers made of a kind

future unfolding  lines of desires

that my heart secretly aspires

to

the blue

me and you

at the sea

now and then

you and me

 

i closed my eyes i saw you standing

the spirit of night was finally landing

on your shoulders gentle and soft

i was in heaven, up high aloft

mixed up with wonder

i heard joy, a brief thunder

i thought you so far, so missed in vain

and you were right here feeling the flame

of purple secrets of seas and shore

right here with me forever more

if i could ever tell you how much and such

i love you it is more, more than i can bear

the dream that starts at your expected touch

sacred life of glitter that with you i shall share

i feel sweet

i feel sweet when i look at you

and the flowers blossom on the path

i feel sweet when i hear you

saying words carried by the wind

i feel sweet and i love you

every day a little more

it is my secret don’t you ever say it

out loud on the streets, mountains unsure

 

i feel sweet not knowing

how you do these days

i feel sweet and i hold you

close tight while my heart prays

i feel sweet for seeing you smile

when your eyes lay on me

i feel sweet and i know

i love you more than you can see

i feel sweet for the petals of the moments

sweetly, silently passing by

i feel sweet for life, so sweet for you

flying graciously on the winter sky

wild horses

as wild horses we run on the field

unprotected of bullets, without any shield

running through names views and forces

running so fast so free as wild horses

freedom in us will always be fast

unconditional pleasure remains the last

of all the feelings we can ever describe

running towards an invisible prize

how many wild horses are there inside?

where do they go without any guide?

does it really matter if they get somewhere?

if all they do is to run free unaware

as wild horses we will run and run free

between hopes and leaves, a hidden tree

we will share secrets sharing wild sites

so wild wild emotions of foreigner sights

in the field the air is mixed with dust

in my heart love is blended with lust

passion is strong so strong in me

emotion wild horse running so free

the mysteries

of many mysteries was built the path, as many as leaves the trees held, as few as stones on the side of the road, as much as the wishes of the wind that blows. for each of them, a soul sang. of many moments they were made of, of red passion kisses hidden in secret, some forgotten as the dawn approached, some left, abandoned on a river. the mystery continued… to live.

little souls happily live in the cathedral of all mysteries, they see and dance for each one of our hearts dreams, spreading them around in the air of the city. little souls, little souls that noone would remember if there weren’t… the mysteries.

for every mystery in our lives, there goes a soul singing sweet, as they are what Spirit has to reminding us that it exists. if there were no mysteries, all would be known. where would be magic? and the wonder of not knowing what we always think we know? thoughts and feelings, so well known, but for the mysteries, they do not mean a thing, and… Spirit smiled.

many mysteries have been happening, many more are yet to come, everyone keeps on walking, little souls sweetly sing. the words are not important,  they are beautiful to hear! the visions are not important, they are amazing to see! mysteries were there, as they are here, they hold the door to a world of magic, intuition, where we all long to be.

the mysteries have told me… they will follow me around, and every time i think i know something, they will make themselves visible again, as the veil between the worlds unravels… the mysteries have shown me, that they will always be with me, so that when i am tired of thinking and feeling, i can just let the world spin and they will be there… in the sweetness of the wind, on the beauty of the waves, in the warmth of the sun, in the solitude of the land… i step on. Spirit smiled and comforted my heart. i was taken away by a swift turn of the wind. wandering magic, moments.

 

coherence

i have tried to find coherence in anything i have ever done, but nothing of it i found, none of it is none. i tried to be coherent all the time following it through, but it was gone at the very first second my eyes landed on you. i have loved, and i still do, morning whispers, night time too, trying to understand it, find it, be it, but then… at the very first moment, it was gone, leaving me alone, with my heart feeling numb.

i do not know what coherence is, and if thinking of it will ever tell me, all i know is that i love. i love the world, the nature, the birds, i love people passing by, i love the air, the sea, the butterflies, i love the blue of the sky. time passes, minutes, moments, i do not know, it does not matter, and in me all the desires, are alive, and every letter, falls softly alone, on an accord of its own.

if to love is not to know, then i love at every glow, if to know is not to love, then i know i love to love. i have tried to be coherent, but i found i could never be. i’m this soul in a body, a Spirit breathing all of me. i will not try anymore, to be coherent and what for? i’m change at every moment, into a different being, i see new sights i wasn’t seeing, what coherence is in there that is not here, i do not care. what coherence can there be? when all i see is but me?

i have left coherence fall, like old whispers lost in time, and all i found was this heart, this beloved heart of mine. my heart is love, it loves to love, everyone, myself, and more, it is as coherent as the waves crushing on shore. i do not know what love is, if not what we are, in so many shapes, beautiful beings with millions of  fates. and so i whispered to my mind to stay here quiet just for a while, i will try to be coherent again, just as soon, as a sad person starts to smile, and the sun rays remain the same.

the wind

the wind whispered softly as the day was going by, many things were yet to know, many times i still get shy, shy of the wind and all it says, sometimes louder, sometimes whispering. the leaves were falling and flying around, they looked like butterflies. yellow, orange, i have seen some pink ones too.

i kept on hearing on my ears songs about other lands, the wind kept on blowing, my heart kept on singing. the leaves in the trees echoing a sweet melody of tenderness. their gift to the world. i kept on loving.

the orange of the sky made it look like in a painting, with exquisite colors, paintings and mediums, i have never seen before. and then… the whisper. again and again. some people were busy walking home, walking to their jobs, walking and stopping, i was wondering … how many are listening to the wind? how many hear the songs it sings?

children played with the leaves that were butterflies some time, and a lady looked me in the eyes and smiled. the whole Universe stopped and i knew. i felt it, i saw it, i knew … she does listen to the wind just as i do, in her own way, in her own space, in her own time, but she does know what the wind was telling me and i saw what the wind was whispering to her.

the moment.

for a little while i stopped, the Universe kept on moving while the world kept on rotating, and i heard “turn around, make a wish” and so i turned and i saw a beautiful rainbow on the sky. all the colors so well defined, the arch so immense on the sky, clouds on one side, sun on the other. and so i wished.

i wish that on our world we all find peace, within ourselves. i wish and pray that we all find our way home within ourselves. that us all live our dreams, that there are no impossibles. that people on the streets find a job and a home, that lonely hearts find a mate and a lover. that we see love in each others eyes, that we all forgive whoever didn’t mean to disrespect us in any moment of our lives, that we are forgiven by our own selves for the times we go against what we love. i wish, beautiful rainbow, that the earth keeps on living, that we respect it and love with our whole hearts. i dream and wish. i wish that love becomes more and more the language of this world. and that freedom breathes in our hearts, dreams live in our hearts. i wish that everyone remembers they are God and as God that can make so many things, so many things they enjoy doing, they enjoy being. i wish.

someone close by stepped on a dry leaf and i returned. in my eyes i have seen. the waves of the sea. the mountains. the desert. people. children. smiles. i have seen the continents. i have seen that God hears us no matter where we are, with whoever we are, since God is each one of us. i have seen that it does not matter if some of us do not pray. all that matters is that some of us do. God will always hear us. the wind swirled around me and i looked back. the lady was picking up her daughter and started to walk. i followed my way home and at my very first step i have sent all my love to the lady and her beautiful daughter. my eyes stopped at her eyes again. she was looking at me. her lips said at the distance “thank you” and the wind blew. i said “thank you” and the wind blew again.