Брилянт в нощта...

"Love is the answer, no matter the question"

''The source of the river is within you, in your heart chakra, when is fully awakened...''

Today...

 ''Today is the day that will soon pass away 

tomorrow may come,

 but no one can say... 

Yesterday's gone, it can't be replayed.

 Is there anything real that won't fade away?

 No one can say. No one can tell you what's real and what's not,

 no one can say where we start or we stop.

 Some say the bottom, others the top,

 no one really knows, but they pretend to a lot.

 But, still we exist, somewhere, 

i am certain, peeking from behind some invisible curtain. 

 Somewhere we exist in one second of time, 

we can see to the future and all that's behind, 

spending our time connecting dots with a line. 

Wasting each day, i have to ask why?

 Why do we worry in this given day? 

Why do we care what others might say? 

What is my life if i live for tomorrow 

or toil and weep over yesterdays sorrow.

Cherish today for it is the only one, 

one chance at life and it set's with the sun...''

Far away...

''Когато дълго време нещо ти е липсвало и го намериш, отваряш душата си и даваш всичко... Даваш, без да мислиш, без да мериш какво и колко... Даваш и от това се чувстваш щастлив...

 Сърцето ти, което до сега е било ледено, бавно започва да се затопля... Затопля се, докато започне да гори...

 Живееш така в унес, обгърнат от магията на истинската любов... Мислиш, че това е завинаги...

 Всеки ден усещаш онова пърхане на пеперуди в стомаха си и се усмихваш на късмета си... Късмета да срещнеш точно този човек... точно сега...

 И един ден, когато вече вярваш, че всичко е ясно и нищо не може да помрачи щастието ти, това се случва...Чуваш няколко думи, които те събарят...

 В началото не искаш да ги приемеш... после ги приемаш и се питаш “защо?” – милиони пъти си задаваш този въпрос – “защо трябваше да го знам”... Отговор няма...

 Осъзнаваш, че, всъщност, тези думи не са толкова страшни, не ти отнемат любовта, не променят почти нищо, но...почти!

 Твоето ранимо същество никога няма да се чувства пак така, по същия онзи вълшебен и неповторим начин...

 Ще продължиш да обичаш пак толкова много, но онова пеперудено усещане ще се смени с усещането за парещи въглени...

 Ще знаеш, че си обичан, но не си най-обичаният... А когато дълго време си вярвал в това, после боли... боли много...

 Но... ти си човек... А ние, хората, сме такива – приемаме всичко – по-лесно или по-трудно...Свикваме и продължаваме...

  Но вече не сме същите и никога няма да бъдем...'' /от интернет/ 

''Only from your heart can you touch the sky.'' Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi

“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.”  Mevlana  Rumi

In your quiet inner moments...

 "In the fire of adversity - that's where you'll discover your true power and what you're really made of. What you've been thinking, feeling and going through is no mistake. There's a plan behind it - a higher one. It's a spiritual way of getting your attention and preparing you for a higher calling. Out of this fire the ancestors hope to fashion a new being out of you. A being that is attuned to that inner voice and the demands of his or her destiny." James Weeks/Across The King's River

''It takes a lot of guts to love people the way they are, so we rather choose to love our versions of them!'' 

''Your heart is the foundation of your wisdom; love is intelligent; and knows the truth of things.''

 ''For warmth, contact is needed. Above the unity of being is the union of love.'' NM

"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire."  Charles Bukowski

That's strength. Pure, unadulterated strength...

Paper boat

''You will never get surrender completely to someone. Truth. Until the day you get completely deliver you the same. That day you can surrender to whom you choose. Your desire will be fulfilled..........Once you make a paper boat, there not will be a stream ... Let have more rainy days and streams created by the rain...

There is a small black spot on the sun today..........

''...Because the rain will wash away everything if you let it. I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind...''

A bird of dreams

''In the shadow of night.

Sometimes, in the shadow of night.

I become spirit.

The walls, the bars, the gratings

disolve into light and I unloosen my soul

and fly through the inner darkness of my being.

I become transparent. A bright shadow.

A bird of dreams, singing from the tree of life.

I have no presence.

I have only a past and perhaps a future.

The presence has been taken from me.

I'm left in an empty space whos darkness, 

I carve, carve at with a knife in my mind.

I must carve myself a new out of the razor wire of fuzzyness.

I will know the essence and the pain of freedom.

I will be ordinary again.

Yes ordinary.

That terrifying condition where all is a possibility.

Where a presence exists and must be faced.

Listen to me, listen. I am the Indian voice.

Hear me [sheer me] crying out of the wind.

Hear me crying out of the silence.

I am the Indian voice. Listen to me.

I speak for our ancestors.

They cry out to you from the unstill grave.

I speak for the children yet unborn.

They cry out to you from the unspoken silence.

I am the Indian voice. Listen to me.

I am a chorus of millions.

Hear us.

Our Eagle cry will not be still.

We are your own conscience calling to you.

We are yourself, crying unheard within you.

Let my unheard voice be heard.

Let me speak in my heart and the words be heard whispering on the wind

to millions.

To all to hear. To all with ears to hear and hearts to beat as one

with mine.

Put your ear to the Earth and hear my heart beating there.

Put your ear to the wind and hear me speaking there.

We are the voice of the Earth, of the future, of the mystery.

Hear us

Hear us...''

Who looks through the eyes of the falcon?!

The dance

I have sent you my invitation,

the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.

Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!”

Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

 Show me how you follow your deepest desires,

spiraling down into the ache within the ache,

and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward

to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.

Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,

and see who I am in the stories I live.

And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.

Show me you can risk being completely at peace,

truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment,

and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.

Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,

the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.

What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries thathelp us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,

the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.

And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business

without letting business determine who you are.

When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price,

let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world

the stories and the songs you want our children’s children to remember.

And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world,

but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,

knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.

Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,

holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest

intentions has died away on the wind,

dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale

of the breath that is breathing us all into being,

not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”

Just take my hand and dance with me.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer