There's a flame in your heart
that burns bravely
keeping you alive
in this body.
No matter what you feel,
what you think.
No matter what happens,
or how hard life can be.
No matter what others
may think of you,
or you of yourself or others.
No matter how long
it may take to get
what you want.
The flame is there.
Rely on that.
The flame is keeping you alive,
bringing you over and over again
back to this experience
here and now.
To yourself, the flame that you are.
No matter what, when,
where or why.
You are that flame.
You are the light.
Exactly who you are
here and now.
From the mystery of the flame.
From the mystery of light.
From the mystery of who you are.
Bring yourself to the world.
From there, the flame.
Truthful. Pure. Brave.
All mothers are surrogate mothers of the only real mother that is LIFE. Life is the one striving to make us come, claiming our presence and harbouring our existence. Life needs us, if not we would simply not be here. That is our real and primal mother. Our biological mothers are surrogate to the one and only. They do the best they can, and mostly cannot even connect to their role as channels of that so much bigger than us, at which service all of us are. Be aware!
Guilt is a delirious emotion. We feel guilty for what we have done, not being able to understand that what we did was what we could do at that moment. Be it unintentionally or intentionally, all our life brought us to that point of deciding, in that particular moment, that that was the thing to do. Be it relatively right or wrong. It is what we could do in that moment. Our choice was final.
We are making choices all the time. All our choices have consequences. And whatever comes is the place we put ourselves into. And we can deal with it, if not, we would not be there. That is life.
And if guilt comes, look back and apologise if you really feel you are to do it; if not, live in peace with your choice. It can always change. We cannot pretend not to affect others with our choices. Or even ourselves. We cannot pretend to satisfy everyone with them. Or even ourselves. That is life.
It is our inner sense of coherence what is the most important for a creature of nature like us. Just try to do no harm, though sometimes it can be unavoidable. We cannot control how others will interprete our actions. Or even how we will do it. We are new every single second of our lives.
Be yourself in freedom.
Me sumerjo en la tristeza
Por la ignominia de la condición humana.
Grito la incertidumbre
De vivir entre dos mundos, quince o ciento diez.
Miro con desdén y desprecio
La actitud positiva que ahoga las lágrimas y el enojo.
No acepto lo que es,
Simplemente porque puedo y encapullada anhelo desaparecer.
Elijo no mirar mi vida como la bendición que es.
Rabia, tristeza, exorcismo. Ser.
I sink in sadness
For the ignominy of the human condition.
I cry out the uncertainty
Of living between two worlds, fifteen or a hundred and ten.
I look with disdain and contempt
The positive attitude that stifles tears and anger.
I don't accept what is,
Simply because I can, and cocooned I long to disappear.
I choose not to look at my life as the blessing that it is.
Rage, sadness, exorcism. Being.