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libertad //freedom

Are we condamned, us living in the present, to never experiment autonomy, to never live, not even for a moment, in a planet regulated only by freedom? Are we able to live in the present, do we have other options then being nostalgic about the past or nostalgic about the future? Do we have to wait for the all world to be liberated from political control before at least one…

Expanding. . .

Closing my eyes and drifting off into the dream of myself I considered carefully my potential body, its posture, flesh and gaze. Sister said: Your poetic self is all about expansion, and yes, I agree, but I also feel it is as much about exclusion. Exclusion of the debris that keeps my heart from reaching its tentacles into the world, to other hearts. Or is it the other way around?…

Pictures of you (story in progress).

…trees dancing at the flow of the wind: green. …clouds crashing each other: rain. …a delicate beam of sun: rainbow. …our footsteps staying there: sand. The ocean singing unknown languages from all rivers around the world. You heard about the snow dropping into a lake far in the mountains. I could heard the peasant´s secrets whispered to a little creek. Those happy voices we could not understand were chorus of…

Agenda

I was there trying to reach you, I will be there trying to reach you, I might try some words, but also some silence, I might try looking at you, I might try closing my eyes when you pass by, But you know I will be trying to reach you, there is nothing else. Secret, everything will be secret. I know you are there, here. You should know I am…

The Invitation

The following is an extract of my application letter for The Sister. Now I have got my second chance. A seed has been planted and is sprouting vibrantly from all of the attention, awareness and consciousness. I am grateful for the potential and possibility of my function as an Evoker and furthermore it seems that this function is simply made for my Poetic Self, which I now with the greatest…

Island

NOT THE THERE OF ITS OWN. YES TO ITS OWN IF ONLY AND YET STILL OVER AND COMING. TO THEM IF THEY COULD SO THAT THE DOOR WAS ALSO. ITS SHIFT WAS ITS PARAPHRASE TO EXIST. IF ONLY AND YET AND SO FAR AS LONG AS THE DOOR COULD HOLD. AND TO ITS MIND IT COULD RECOVER. MOSTLY. AND SO IF THE THING WAS TO BE IN ITS PLACE IT…

April 24.

Entering Den Frie. In my imagination: Entering Sisters Academys Boarding School #6. Envisioning. Seeing. Inner vision opening. Entering the innermost room at the right. Seeing the octagonal-shaped window. Seeing the wall. Seeing how the room is naturally divided in three. Three stories. Envisioning The Hands transforming the room, making the three stories spring into reality. Using scaffolding, building two new floors in the room. One on top of the other….

Re-connect

Something inside me – they call it a poetic self – is finally asked to unveil, to show, to develop itself. It has always been there, been part of me, but nobody ever asked it specifically to come to the surface. It is even closer to my true self than so many aspects of my being that I show and act out in everyday life. I love that it is…

Shambala’s land

The Great Invocation From the point of Light in the Mind of God Let Light stream forth into the mind of men; Let Light descend on Earth. From the point of Love within the Heart of God Let Love stream forth into the hearts of men;, Let purpose guide the little wills of men; The purpose which the Masters know and serve. From the centre which we call the race…

The Here And Now – chronos for kairos

40 beats per minute is a common enough heart rate when asleep. A little low but still normal, especially for a trained though exhausted body. The living heart is in constant motion, not exactly translating and rotating like a planet does, but close enough. This measure can be measured as a rhythmic repetition in sequential time. The ancient Greeks had two names for time. Chronos refers to measurable time, from…