Friday, January 23, 2015

Watching the puppets

Some are more polite (iran, england), some are louder (usa, china), some are more serious (uzbekistan, bulgaria), some are more lively (columbia, italy), some think they a free (france), some think they are opressed (turkmenistan), some are rich (swiss), some are poor (india) but that's all pure non-sense. We are all the same: puppets controlled by fear and pretending to know best.

The best thing you can do, is to watch the puppetry. If you watch it, closely and with true dedication, the non-sense will stop by itself.

The purpose of life is to watch. Not just watching the outside wih your eyes, but mostly "watching" the inside with your awareness.

Watch it, if you watch it, the nonsense will stop by itself...

O dia a dia do viajar

- Fazer tantas horas de caminhada, pedalada, autocarro, comboio e aviao que, em vez de nos sentirmos a passar pelo mundo, sentimos o mundo a passar por nós
- Falar com 30/40 pessoas diferentes por dia que perguntam de onde sou e me dizem que gostam do cristiano ronaldo e a quem pergunto coisas sobre o seu pais e sua vida
- passar horas a fio em silencio na lenta digestao da multitude dos novos contactos e factos do dia (retiro de silencio)
- conhecer outros que percorrem o mundo

Monday, January 5, 2015

Comet

There is a fabulous light coming from a comet, it has just passed, will it vanish?
It can be seen in Turkemenistan across the desert at night.
We are afraid of the dark of the night for the comet's light held up our hearts for a minute, it reminded us of the wilderness, the freedom, of life - simple - Presence.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Inside vs Outside

Derrida: "the inside is the outside"

Nisargadatta: "There is only one mistake you are making: you take the inner for the outer and the outer for the inner. What is in you, you take to be outside you and what is outside, you take to be in you. The mind and feelings are external, but you take them to be intimate. You believe the world to be objective, while it is entirely a projection of your psyche. That is the basic confusion..."

"Wisdom is knowing you are nothing,
Love is knowing you are everything,
between the two, my life moves.", Nisargadatta

Acorda um pouco

Em Shiraz no Irão, há peregrinos que chegam para poder tocar no túmulo de Hafez (poeta e místico sufi) enquanto dizem um poema seu.
'Acorda um pouco.
Nao tem de ser para
Sempre,
Agora.
Um só passo pelos suaves folhos do firmamento
Seria bastante.
Luis,
Acorda um pouco.
Apenas um Verdadeiro momento de Amor
Durará para vários dias.
Descansa todos os teus planos elaborados e táticas
Para O conhecer,
Pois estes são todos rebentos de primavera congelados
Longe,
Tão longe do Ouro Divino do Verão.
Acorda, meu caro.
Sê dócil para com o teu coraçao dormente.
Trá-lo para fora para os vastos campos de Luz
E deixa-o respirar.
Diz,
"Amor,
Devolve-me as minhas asas.
Eleva-me,
Eleva-me para mais perto."
Diz ao sol e à lua,
Diz ao nosso caro Amigo,
"Levar-Te-ei agora, Amado,
Nessa maravilhosa Dança que Tu prometeste!"'

I dwell in Possibility

American Emily writes about Poetry as a House with windows, doors, chambers, visitors and a roof.


I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –


Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –


Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –