Seeking the Connections
The birds start singing at dawn and you are there listening to them.
Coffee has a strong aroma to make your morning the best you have had lately.
Are you still holding your dream as you go?
Are you taking it everywhere you go?
Good.
Seeking the connections in everything brings you closer and closer.
One day you put together all the signs, sounds, smells and words read and heard.
You are there!
Personal space, friendship, freedom
I like somebody. I would like to know them better, to feel their space and things they love to do. I gladly wait for them to allow me reading their ideas, I am curious about the way they’re thinking, how are they doing, what the source of their joy is.
When it happens, I am their friend. I can now live a richer life: mine and theirs.
Friends or not, everybody needs freedom.
The basic unwritten law in order to be free is to respect other people’s freedom.
Tomorrow starts tomorrow
Present tense verbs need your attention and invite you to live into the now.
You are not enjoying your meal if you think about next time menu.
Love is here offered to you but you dream of the misterious island that you will travel to in another couple of months.
Today you can do whatever it takes to be happy but past-future forces interfere and stop you being here.
When all these false magnets visit you, think at this sentence and say it loudly:
Tomorrow starts tomorrow.
The Power of Music
Pay attention to nature and your surroundings and you can listen to the music.
Music is pure energy and sometimes writes itself.
Music nourishes the soul and heals.
Music makes strangers smile at each other and brings people together.
Music moves into the body, shakes memories and makes you fly.
Music transforms empty places into sacred ones.
Music cleanses spaces.
Music has power over sadness and melancholy.
Music creators are happy because they live the music and share it with the world.
The Fear is a Lie
- Are you sure that you want that? asks his lawyer. The neighborhood isn’t very friendly here, most people are rushing to move from this area.
He remembers that conversation and the effort his lawyer has made to dissuade him. Maybe he was right. In this district theft and rape were reported every few months and yes, he knew about the problems that the residents had but he also believed that chances were for him to change something for himself and for them.
He takes a look through his elegant and spacious office, heads to the door and calls his lawyer:
- My dear friend, the fear is a lie!
I Am
I am every morning
I am every day
I am every night
And still at dawn
I am grateful to be
At dawn the clock starts counting again: morning, day, night.
I am alive
I am still here
And I might be wherever I want to
I am loved
What else do I need?
I can then add all the verbs and adjectives and nouns
They have their places in my life but always after
“to be”
A Heart Furnished with Violins
He went back to all the places he once belonged
to clean them of his former sadness.
He gently poured a lot of kindness,
enough grams of love and some understanding
on times, on humans and on the lands,
that at those times inspired his journey.
He entered the streets he used to walk on for hours and hours
while talking to the stones,
those earlier viewers of his joy, his smile and his courage to fly.
He sang both old and new songs sorted by his inner voice
then he danced before the passers-by despite the fact that
they were hurrying to draw their own maps of silent oceans.
The smell of the air inspired him and he asked
the sky for dark colors.
So, the rain started.
It was there that the rain has cleaned his heart.
Since then his heart is furnished with violins
that play as he wakes up in the morning.
Violins do not catch the boredom’s appraisal
that try to mount itself from time to time
in the space between him
and the first person at past perfect time.