Agua es purificación
Fuego es transformación
Aire es movimiento
Y tierra es nutrición.
Y el Éter es el Gran Espíritu
en acción.
Quiero sanar mi alma con amor,
Y quiero curar mi corazón con calma
Soy de la tierra de el río amazonas,
Y la agua que fluye aye,
Es el sangre de mi madre tierra.
Mis florestas,
son los Pulmones de el mundo,
Entre sus árboles,
jaguares de mirada feroz
Y en las montañas Andinas
Los Cóndores,
De vuelo majestuoso
La jungla habla, por la boca ,
De Los seres que la tiene en
Sus corazones.
Soy azul como el cielo resplandeciente,
Amarillo como El Oro de la alma humilde,
Verde como la madreselva
Orden y progreso,
Fraternidad y calor
Siento mi corazón despertar,
Siento mi alma vibrar,
Siento mi miente sanar,
Ilumina-me espíritu de paz,
Quema todo que soy,
Asta que me recuerde que en realidad,
Soy el fuego.
Lava-me y purifica me, con mis propias lágrimas y sudor.
Asta recordar-me que soy agua.
Entiérrame en el solo frio y oscuro, asta recordar-me
Que soy la tierra.
Quita me el aire,
Asta convertirme en el viento.
I lose myself in these questions within the labyrinth of life,
And almost unintentionally,
I find myself by accepting
That I do not know the way.
To surrender to what cannot be controlled is also a form of control.
And choosing not to act is, still, an action.
A labyrinth of words, sensations, and feelings.
Here I lose myself, and sometimes, I find myself again.
And when I walk toward the exit, I realise that the labyrinth has become my home,
And that exit toward the new
Is merely another chance to get lost once more.
I spent so much time submerged in the unknown
That the hard, cold ground where I slept slowly softened, warmed,
And sank, taking the shape of my body.
An unknown, tailor-made for me.
As if the One who prepared it already knew me, better than I know myself.
And when the unknown became all I knew,
The uncomfortable became my comfort zone.
And my lesson was learned.
To try to understand!
Would that be less important
Than simply to feel?
To live in order to grow!
Would that be a goal,
Or is it better simply to be?
Clothes hanging on the line,
Pots cooling atop the stove,
A dog lying belly-down on the colourful shards,
Of the kitchen tiles.
If this existence were a film,
How much work would the art department have
To make everything look,
Exactly like real life?
And if I could know you only through cinema screens,
How much more would I value you?
Would you become my movie star?
But perhaps these are merely too many words, and too little feeling.
Or do these words come from a heart unconditionally open?
How long does a heart take to learn,
That the synonym of loving is suffering,
And the synonym of love is sacrifice?
What am I, if not simply a ghost of the past?
Let me throw my words, in the winds of the present,
So they can become a fresh breeze, to a ghost from the future…
Every spirit is a sibling.
When it comes to the age of the soul,
Some are younger,
some are older,
Some around my age.
This is not about the age of the body, it is about the age of the Spirit, which is defined by the lives you already lived, the lessons you already learned. The virtues you already carry.
The younger ones come into life almost like children, full of questions.
With them, I step into a role and I explain, guide, and clear some of their doubts.
I remind them of their strength, And in that moment, I realize I am not just helping them grow. I am strengthening my own understanding.
Teaching sharpens the blade of truth inside me.
It makes me responsible for what I claim to know.
Then there are the older spirits.
You feel them immediately.
They appear, only once in a while
and play with me, the same role I play with my younger siblings.
They do not impose wisdom.
They carry it quietly. Around them, something in you relaxes and listens. They correct you without humiliation. They challenge you without aggression. From them, I learn humility. I learn patience. I learn that growth never ends. In their presence, I become the student again, and there is relief in that.
It reminds me that I do not have to carry everything alone.
And then,
there are the siblings of my spiritual age. Those are the most dynamic connections.
With them, there is exchange.
Some days I lead.
Other days I follow.
We debate.
We sharpen each other.
We reflect one another’s blind spots.
There is no hierarchy, only rhythm. It is like sparring partners in the gym of the soul. You push each other, but you also laugh. Sometimes I am the teacher. Sometimes I am the one being corrected. And often, we switch roles mid conversation without even noticing.
Knowing that every spirit as a sibling softens my judgment. Instead of competitors, I see different stages of growth.
Is the avocado seed less than the avocado tree?
Some are seeds.
Some are sprouts.
Some are trees bearing the fruit of wisdom.
But all belonging to the same bloodline of Spirit,
Planted on the the same soil,
Under the same one sun,
Children of the same breath that sustains us all.
God
The punishment of the liar
is to live believing,
that everyone lies,
all the time.
The punishment of the traitor
is to live with the constant fear of betrayal
The punishment of the thief,
is to always carry the fear of being robbed.
The punishment of the envious
is to not experience pure admiration, because what shines in another
becomes a threat.
A reminder of what they lack.
The punishment of the judgmental, is the judgment that turns back against them, upon contemplating their own reflection in the mirror
The punishment of the lustful
is to live in search of a sacred connection that is always inaccessible to them.
The punishment of the arrogant
is not to grow,
because he already considers himself complete.
The punishment of the manipulator, is to believe everyone is as cynical as themselves.
They assume kindness, is strategy.
The punishment of the vain
is to need much in order to feel enough.
Needing the superfluous to feel normal.
Sister and brother,
Hear me now,
For The Spirit speaks,
The mind is shaped
by what it practices.
The punishment of who is evil,
is to EMBODY evil in the world.
To be a vessel to what is perverse, incoherent and disharmonious.
Locked outside the best part of their hearts.
Without the sweetness of sincere love,
without the tenderness of true friendship,
Without sensitivity, to feelings higher and more sublime,
than what is available at this animalistic earthly plane.
Disconnected.
Hungry for love.
Thirsty for peace.
So God does not punish anyone,
it is not necessary.
for wrongdoing is self punishment in its own essence.
And to have the opportunity to do good, is already a blessing.
After all, can anyone give what they do not have?
When one purifies their heart, their punishment dissolves.
One who is connected to what is good,
is connected to The Creator,
For the Creator,
is the Source,
Of All Good.
When someone lives trough fear
they begin to see the entire world through the dirty lenses of their own fearful minds.
When one cleans his own lens,
Even in it’s “dirt”
the world becomes clear.
It is time to clean our lenses,
For clean souls,
help us to see the world,
Christ All clear
In light of my thirty first birthday, i felt inspired to write a thank you note to our Divine Creator.
The note came in the form of this Prayer to the Holy Trinity.
First I want to thank my Father, God the supreme Creator o All.
The Supreme Provider.
Thank you for giving me a body, and creating a world around me, where I can live this human experience. For guiding me through the crisis, for supporting me, when my strength fails. For picking me up when I fall, and for showing me the way when all seems dark. Thank you for speaking wisdom when I’m confused, for giving me silence when I’m overwhelmed, for giving me understanding when my faith trembles. For the test that reveals my strength and potential. For the storm, that washes me clean, but also shows me the importance of refuge, under the shelter of Your divine love.
Yours is the supreme justice.
Thank you Father!
Secondly I want to thank our Graceful and ever present Divine Mother.
The Great Nurturer.
Thank you for healing my wounds while I play, breathing for me while I’m distracted. Thank you for repairing and balancing my biological systems while I sleep.
Thank you for your elements, and for giving birth to these beautiful ecosystem, rich in colors, tastes, textures and sounds. Thank you for this clay vessel that I call body, and for the experience of being a Human of Earth, thank you for your patience and mercy with humankind throughout the ages.
Yours is the supreme grace.
Thank you Mother!
Thirdly, I would like to thank the child, also known as the Holy Spirit.
The innocent player.
The purity.
If God is a Sun, You, Holy Spirit are a flame of that Sun. And what are our bodies if not, finite torches, momentarily holding that infinite flame?
You are the spark that powers every human, animals, plants, fungi, and even non organic particles and atomical structures.
Thank you Holy Spirit, for guiding me through my Soul.
Thank your for infusing every soul, with God.
You are the way, the truth, the life.
Thank you for not giving up on me, when I was confused,for forgiving me, when I was perverse, for teaching me, when I was lost.
Yours is the suprem wisdom.
Thank you Child!
Babilonia y Cielo
Bajo a la Tierra con los pies al suelo
Pero el pecho aún recuerda el cielo
Aprendí temprano a desearlo todo
Sin entender el precio de la miel
Luces gritan mi nombre en la calle
Promesas vestidas de fe
Todo llama, todo seduce
Pero no todo me mantiene en pie
Crecí entre templos y vitrinas
Entre el altar y el placer
Entre el vino que abriga el alma
Y el exceso que hace perder
Mi espíritu busca altura
Mi cuerpo quiere derramarse
Y camino en medio del puente
Sin saber dónde anclarme
Pre Coro
Cuánto fuego es vida vivida
Cuánto es incendio en el corazón
Dónde termina la alegría justa
Y comienza la distracción
Coro
¿Es Babilonia o es cielo
Lo que llamo libertad
Cuánto vivo, cuánto niego
Cuánto es hambre, cuánto verdad
Si me entrego me pierdo
Si me cierro soy prisión
Entre el gozo y lo sagrado
Busco dirección
Verso 2
Veo santos hechos de piedra
Y reyes hechos de opinión
Veo quien vende iluminación
Y quien compra redención
Aprendí reglas que no sanan
Y placeres que no sacian
Hay un vacío dentro del exceso
Y un exceso que no ilumina
Ya confundí disciplina con miedo
Y placer con salvación
Llamé huida al descanso
Y silencio a la negación
Hoy sé que no todo límite
Es una puerta que se cerró
A veces es suelo firme
Para no caer de quien soy
Pre Coro
No todo lo que brilla es caída
Ni toda renuncia es dolor
Existe un medio invisible
Donde el sí nace del amor
Coro
¿Es Babilonia o es cielo
Cuando decido quedarme
Cuánto pruebo de la vida
Y cuánto dejo pasar
Si obedezco a la mente
Me pierdo en explicación
Pero algo en mí pide escucha
Antes de cualquier decisión
Puente
Y la voz que guía mis pasos
No grita ni quiere vencer
No nace del pensamiento
Ni de la prisa por entender
Nace cuando yo me detengo
Cuando el ruido se disuelve
En el espacio entre dos deseos
Donde el alma se vuelve
No es orden, no es culpa
No es regla, no es temor
Es un saber sin palabras
Es un silencio que es amor
Coro Final
Ya no le pregunto a la mente
Lo que debo ser o hacer
Me siento dentro del silencio
Y dejo al alma responder
Entre Babilonia y cielo
Camino sin división
Porque la verdad no grita
Susurra en el corazón
