dreams

i am a being resting in source, all the time, all day long. i rest and many times i forget, i am that source. a source of light, of love, of glitter, born and made to live. live a life. i am a dreamer living a dream, dreaming more dreams and dreams to live, and the present moment, a dream inside a dream.

i dream with new things on the world all the time, i dream of new ways of doing the same things, and in them i find new ways of loving myself, of loving the world. when i close my eyes i feel the presence of my Spirit. i know i am not alone, and i know, because i see the whole world lives inside of me, the Universe and the stars shine bright within my eyes.

resting in Spirit i know i am myself, and i know the world of energy. that world where everything is yet being defined, by wonderful divine hands, and ourselves. in that world everything is still to come true, to manifest in the world of shapes, our world. and i know that is doesn’t really matter to the Universe of energy what one does or not, but i do know it does matter if one is happy.

i am happy living my dreams, i am happy walking towards them, shape them according to times. i am happy being the way i am. dreams are free, they do not know harm or suffering. dreams that are brought to me from my soul, avid of living them here, on earth, with a body, with a life. and so i keep on going. and so i keep on walking, with my eyes on the horizon, seeing the big picture of it all, the dream itself lifts me up and pets my face.

dreams are free, they have a will, a will made out of desire, of purpose. i do know i am one with the whole world, i do know i am one with the Universe, and i do know not manifesting my dreams i am incomplete, because my whole life has been a dream. and so i have dreams to live inside this dream called life, dreams that i wish to manifest, to bring to form, to see how they look like, they taste like, they sound like when they manifest.

my dreams are sacred, they are a part of my life that is there underneath it all. to experience, to know what they are like, yes, and to fulfill my purpose that keeps on molding according to times. i have many dreams, many of them i live each day, many of them i need to walk to, many of them show up out of the blue, but to me, to whoever i am i will always dream. awake. it is the way i am, it is who i am, and i can never go against that, being someone else. i love my dreams. and all of their freedom. and so i dream…

intuition

perhaps the most difficult and the most amazing thing one can ever do is to follow blindly the intuition one has. perhaps it is easier to ignore it, to let it go, inventing theories and rules about it, but intuition is free and it will come through whenever it has to.

perhaps the most wonderful and the most difficult thing is to really be who we are, intuitive magical beings. perhaps others have reached it closely, perhaps one will never be understood, but intuition will keep on coming whenever it has to.

perhaps the most difficult thing and the most amazing one, one can ever live is to see things one does not want to see, even when they are in front of one’s eyes. perhaps it will take us to fall, once, twice, three times or more, before we become aware and fully acknowledge we are the way we have always been and we will keep on being what we really are.

perhaps we have chosen a time to live, a space to be born in, a way of being even before we were born. perhaps this matters to some, perhaps it doesn’t to many others. perhaps… things will keep on happening until we fully once and for all… choose to follow our intuition all the time. all the time. all the time. in every second. in every minute. in every whisper. in every breath. in every action. perhaps we have always known it all before we have known it. perhaps one needs to be ruthless in following one’s intuition. perhaps that is all one needs to be.

truth will always emerge, no matter what things look like at any given moment. intentions will always emerge. perhaps words will never be able to describe what one knows when one knows what one knows. perhaps… intuition is the language God chooses to reminds us. perhaps it takes our will to follow it through all the time. perhaps one day no will will be necessary, and following intuition is so natural as breathing fresh air every morning. until then… one needs to keep on choosing, to follow it, no matter of what one sees right in front of one’s eyes.

eternal love

I fell in love as soon as I knew you

I felt you deep in my being as a strength within

Love of light, bold, whole, and nude

Made in heavens, shaped in brim

My love was strong, as strong as you,

As wise as your words, the old ones, new

Mixed up in a land of dream and joy

I fell in love and I still do

 

I have seen your smile

On sunsets over the sea

I have watched you seen

All places where I have been

I knew I was yours

In desires and fetiches

I knew you were mine

Beyond time and wishes

 

I fell in love, a love I do care

A love of mountains, sights to share

My love for you is enormous and still

It is divine water your thirst can fulfill

You do not have to do anything for me

Nor climbing peaks, sailing any sea

You do not have to tell me sweet words

Show me the stars, draw me new worlds

You are here already, surrounded by light

With me forever holding me tight

I love you so much, my love, my man

I love you so much, all that I can

I love you and let you go free in the air

As I know it will be me you will always stare

At, on the skies where you fly tender, so sweet

It will be my eyes you will see when you meet

Many others on the roads you walk on sublime

In the dreams where you live, as in a golden stream

 

I fell in love and in love I remain

A love that is flawless, in my heart I contain

Secrets of universes, rituals, magic

Maps of your travels, planned, strategic

In love all is paved, wondrous seeing

We are one and only, the same one being

sharing Universes

i have decided to spend Hellowe’en weekend and local holiday (November 1st) at a beach house with my aunt. My aunt is an artist, former teacher who has found her divine expression and creativity through painting and drawing. i was one of the members of our family who has always motivated her to start painting. For some reason I always looked at her and saw that the paintings she did when she was a teenager were ready to come out again, they were beeping in her heart to become expressed.

El dia de las brujas (Iberian Tradition) as we call Hellowe’en here was a perfect witchy day. The sea was agitated, many spirits of the underworld were flying around carried by strong winds, gusts, sand was flying and I was having the best of the funs!

The beach house is one of my favorite places to be. It is calm and tender, I see the sea everywhere I look at and for that… I feel home. As always I have felt that in another world, in another realm I was an ocean creature. Maybe a mermaid in some children book, maybe a dolphin in some sweet ocean, but for sure a part of the being that is dreaming me as a human right now, belongs to the sea as I find always in it, inspiration, who i am, what i am, my dreams, my life.

After the witches have flown by and the night where the veil between the worlds has passed, the beach was like the most calm setting. I looked and I saw a beautiful sun shining, warming up our hearts, the wonder of starting a magical year (El dia de las brujas and the ancient Old tradition) and all this flow of inspirations. As a shower I have received so many ideas, so much intuition, such delight that all I could think, feel, want, do was really to write. Write and write and write even more. My aunt felt like… painting.

The house transformed itself into an art studio. My aunt and god mother with her brushes, canvas, oils, watercolors and many others I do not know and me and my laptop. Both looking at the sea and ready.

She said: “Look how beautiful the green ocean is, those shades of gray, wonderful”

I was very surprised. Green? All I could see was that blue immense deep blue ocean, blood of my veins. I saw that white spume, the sun shining on it and the blue. That blue.

“Green?” – I said. “I see it blue!”

We both looked to each others and we smiled. At that moment I was in love with life and with all the diversity of our beings. In my poems the sea will be blue and in her paintings the ocean will be green with gray shades. And the ocean? And the sea? The sea and the ocean keep on going, blue or green, with gray shades and sun shining on it… or not. This was when I totally felt in my own being a shift, an immense clarity about perceptions of the world and what really matters to me. Did it matter to me if the ocean was blue or green? If I was right or she was right and … is there anyone right? And anyone wrong? And there was this point right in front of us where we could start arguing with each other, trying to convincing each other that the sea was blue or green or gray or sunny, or we could choose to live our dreams and paint and write, since the sea would be there continuously coming and going, inspiring and loving.

And so at that moment I saw the whole Universe in front of me. We all live in our own Universe, just like in the Relativity Theory we are observers of what happens, of what we see, of what is there to see, and from each location, from each of our minds, from each one of our souls, we see things differently, and all of them are real. All we do is sharing with others our own visions of what is there like if we are sharing Universes. How many colors can the sea have, and how many shades? And how many stars can I fly with you and see with you? And if they are the same or different? What matters the most is that we share, we keep on bringing new worlds to the worlds of all we relate to. How much time we lose for trying to say that the way we see things is the only way, when every one of us is a path to God. Each one of us is just one of the millions, trillions of eyes sets and minds God has chosen to have at this time and planet, when we could just go and live our dreams. Every moment, every day, every little moment and second. Live our dreams.

And so in my poem the sea was blue and in her painting it was green with gray shades. And the sea, was the sea, beautiful in front of us…

the flower and the butterfly

every living being is a path to God, as every living being breathes in God’s love.

a flower, in its delicate petals of acceptance and sweet passion for the rain, keeps her love in secret. she prays and wishes that an amazing flying being called butterfly with colorful, powerful wings, sees her, wants her and loves her.

for the flower those moments are fulfilled with love and eternity, the butterfly loves the flower, the flower loves the butterfly and they are One, unified in a blissful love.

after some time, the butterfly flies away, its nature is to fly, while the flower remains still, its nature is to be still. the differences between them did not tear them apart, each one of them accepted the other the way the other one is. in this true love between them God has written all the secrets of the Universe, all the wonders of the differences, all that means to have a heart fulfilled with love and love. to be that love.

we can fly on the Universe through seas, suns, constellations, starts and lives, that we will not find any other like the butterfly or the flower. they were meant to live here, on our earth and in their simplicity remind us all that really matters…

love yourself unconditionally, accepting yourself the way you are, love your likes and deslikes, love your preferences and your dreams, love and accept that you need to fly if you born to do it, and you will be still if you enjoy being it. be who you are independent of anything else. love your heart, it beats for you, love your Spirit, it is here for you, love your dreams, they are meant to come true, love yourself, the world, God, remembering that you are always a path to God, you are one of the millions of faces the creator could have and God has chosen to be you … too.

feeling

i feel pure love running through my veins,

a love for love, for loving more.

i feel rivers running inside my body,

and skies glittering stars of wisdom.

love that has a life of its own,

breathes, runs to its own accord,

felt by it with my whole being,

i am carried in its dream…

again, once more…

not knowing.

this love of mine

with suns and moons

words, comets, quickly passing by

songs of majestic birds

echoing on colorful leaves of trees

falling on the ground soft as butterflies

they carry wishes of little children

dreaming with fairies, gnomes, flowers

petals on the floor show me a way, home

home of my own here inside my heart

love keeps on beating, it will, through the end

love running free through my life, smile

i feel pure love running through my veins

a love for love, for loving more

the most precious treasure i have ever found

creating itself in a life of its own

the silence of all things

can you hear the melody living inside all things, their hearts beating slowing, in harmony with all the others? when the silence and the melody are one, just one thing, they stop… it is just silence, a silent silence. full of love, inside all the love, the light and the dreams and tomorrows and yesterdays. where did the yesterdays go? they are not here, i cannot find them, except in my memory. memories of fields full of flowers on a spring day and the heat on the sand on the summer. turning my head around.

in your arms the world is but a seed of love in the universe, how many universes are there? parallel? do you know one drop of your divine love can save the whole universe? and that silence that lives inside of you, right now, right then,  lives and breathes, doesn’t know when to end and surely does not remember where and when it started can bring love to all of those who have forgotten it? do you see the silence of the petals of a rose, under the rainy sky, praying for the sun to shine, dreaming of sweetly embracing the sun rays, warm and gentle, perfuming the air.

breathe the dream of this moment and this one. breathe them in you, feel and see. see the silence of all things, all connected to all times and all places, silently, sweetly, softly, seeming, sounding… like all things, a melody orchestrated by a divine being… who knows the sound of the bottom of the sea,  remembers the bells of forgiveness,  smiles to the stars up high on a dark brilliant sky, makes magic happen, lives  dreams.  dreams that are all the dreams of that silent silence that knows and lives in all things. can you hear it? the sweet lullaby of a butterfly’s wings, sense the silent waves on the shore, the spume dissolving into the sand wetting our feet? can you see how the silence sings in all colors around you, describes all the books and the papers and everything you read… shhh… it is silent after all, underneath it all, yes, yes, underneath all those words. what are words if not silence that has sung some sounds for some moments? silence giving you direction, showing new ways, guiding you through days with unbearable will and strength. your will is silent. so is your strength.

in the silence of all things i find a new way of loving you, in all things that have all the silence that lives in your eyes and in mine. the moment fulfilled with silence where i have worlds i have visited before, places i have dreamed, sites i will see, all creation, a whole immense universe, sky, infinity, eternity to explore. i have found a life. a life to live. in silence and words. in love.