I Want to Know You....

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your life's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have been shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray you own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you can live with the failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes'!

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


By Oriah Mountain Dreamer (an Indian Elder)

DOR DE ALMA....

Meu pratinho de arroz doce
polvilhado de canela;
Era bom mas acabou-se
desde que a vida me trouxe
outros cuidados com ela.

Eu, infante, não sabia
as mágoas que a vida tem.
Ingenuamente sorria,
me aninhava e adormecia
no colo da minha mãe.

Soube depois que há no mundo
umas tantas criaturas
que vivem num charco imundo
arrancando arroz do fundo
de pestilentas planuras.

Um sol de arestas pastosas
cobre-os de cinza e de azebre
à flor das águas lodosas,
eclodindo em capciosas
intermitências de febre.

Já não tenho o teu engodo,
Ó mãe, nem desejo tê-lo.
Prefiro o charco e o lodo.
Quero o sofrimento todo,
Quero senti-lo, e vencê-lo.



António Gedeão

A Sombra sou eu ....

A minha sombra sou eu,
ela não me segue,
eu estou na minha sombra
e não vou em mim.
Sombra de mim que recebo a luz,
sombra atrelada ao que eu nasci,
distância imutável de minha sombra a mim,
toco-me e não me atinjo,
só sei do que seria
se de minha sombra chegasse a mim.
Passa-se tudo em seguir-me
e finjo que sou eu que sigo,
finjo que sou eu que vou
e não que me persigo.
Faço por confundir a minha sombra comigo,
estou sempre às portas da vida,
sempre lá, sempre às portas de mim!


José de Almada Negreiros

Blind by light....

Blind by light
Unable to see
Took a path
Without exit

No turning back
Darkness awaits
Must move forward

Eyes open
Closed to distractions
Life is short
Illusions must forget

Courage must have
To reality accept
Hope must gather
To new opportunities believe

Past can’t forget
So same path avoid
Future I can’t, won’t deny
My path will find
So happiness be mine.

Lost_soul

Two wolves....

An old cherokee chief is teaching is grandson about life:

"A fight is going on inside me",he said to the boy
"it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves."

"One is evil-he is anger,envy,sorrow,regret,greed,
arrogance,self-pity,guilt,resentment,inferiority,
lies,false pride,superiority,self-doubt and ego"

"The other is good-he is joy,peace,love,hope,serenity,
humility,kindness,benevolence,empathy,generosity,truth,
compassion and faith."

"This same fight is going on inside you-and inside
every other person,too."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then
asked his grandfather,"Wich wolf will win?"

The old chief simply replied,

"The one you feed."

Point of no return....

I am reaching the point
The point of no return
As I keep moving forward
Each step I take
Makes me feel forced
To leave part of my past behind
Without even trying to forget it

Because our future must have
The past and the lessons we
Learned from it as the base
And if we foolishly try to forget
Our past fears
Our past expectations
Our past tears
Our past emotions

Since tomorrow is not here yet
We find ourselves in a dark void
A limbo, where all the light of hope
Has been denied to enter
And in the darkness
We lose our sense of direction
Our sense of equilibrium
And to prevent us from falling
We try to grab a rope
But in the darkness illusion wins
And what appeared to be our life line
Our salvation
Is nothing more than a snake
Who won’t keep us from falling

As you fall start thinking
Wich direction to go the moment
That you reach the bottom
Because the abbys is yours
You made it
It is only as deep as you want
It has all the exits you want
So just stand up
STAND UP
And keep going
You will not be lost
Trust your inner light
She will guide you
And you will be welcomed by….
Tomorrow


Lost_soul

Snake....

I´ve been given this Karma
For wich I try to find
An apparently impossible solution

A solution to the enigma that is
My own existence
My own solitude

In an active search my soul has been
Since I can remember

A search to find a reason for all
These contradictions, all this deceits
All this sweet lies

Still certain that the reason
I will find, I keep on searching
But the answer seems as elusive
As a snake I encounter moving
Trough the grass
A snake that has one of the most
beautyful eyes I have ever seen

Those eyes have made me stop
Those eyes have made me believe
That I had found the reason

But reality is sometimes cruel
And despite my best intentions
The snake is trapped in a quest
Of her own

She appears to be moving
But I don’t understand
If she is moving from or to
Something

Now I must understand not only
My existence, but also the quest
Of the snake because somehow
I feel in my heart that if I solve
The snakes puzzle I will find if
My search has finally ended or
If this is just another obstacle
In my difficult path

And if the snake is moving from
Something will she see me or just
Pass me by?

And if the snake is moving to
Something will I still have the
Strength the determination
To let her go and to continue
My search…
To keep moving forward?

At this moment in time
I don’t know the answer
I will wait a little longer
To try to understand

But if the snake disappears
In the grass, of one thing you
Can be certain, those eyes I
Will always remember
Not as a mistake but as a
Motivational force to
Remind me that the reason
Is out there, somewhere,

I just haven’t found it yet.

Lost_soul