Clear and sweet is my Soul,
and clear and sweet is all that is not my Soul.
(From Leaves of Grass)
“I am convinced that one of the major reasons we’re here
is for the Soul and therefore for the Gods to see,
feel and hear, and experience creation in all its forms.
So whatever your machine is doing, share it with the Soul,
it will not judge you, it only wants to learn.
So if you are painting a room or kissing a girl,
let the Soul in on it.
That is the work.
The triad is wrong if one thinks there has to be conditions
to start Self-Remembering.”
From Song of Songs
There is one who sings the song of his soul, discovering in his soul everything – utter fulfillment.
There is one who sings the song of his people. Emerging from the private circle of his soul – not expansive enough, not yet tranquil – he strives for fierce heights, clinging to the entire community of Israel in tender love. Together with her, he sings her song, feels her anguish, delights in her hopes. He conceives profound insights into her past and her future deftly probing, the inwardness of her spirit with the wisdom of love.
Then there is one whose soul expands until it extends beyond the border of Israel, singing the song of humanity. In the glory of the entire human race, in the glory of the human form, his spirit spreads, aspiring to the goal of humankind, envisioning his consummation. From the spring of life, he draws all his deepest reflections, his searching, striving and vision.
Then there is one who expands even further until he unties with all of existence, with all creatures, with all worlds singing a song with them all.
There is one who ascends with all these songs in unison-the song of the soul, the song of the nation, the song of humanity, the song of the cosmos-resounding together, blending in harmony, circulating the sap of life, the sound of holy joy.
Presence is the Perfect Antidote, the pill that cures all diseases.
It is the Way to Freedom from all cages.
It is the Now where I become Free from past and future.
It is the Beat of the Heart where there is no fear, only Love.
It is the Touch of the Soul where I can reach the Sun, the Sea, the Wind and the Grain of Sand.
It is the Breath of the Spirit where I become One with Them.
It is the Moment where Everything Is and I Am.
There is a continuous flow and it is wonderful when we live in that sort of abandonment and faith. No resistance, yet confident in those currents that will lead us where we should go, especially if the helm is the heart and the soul is guiding it. Especially if, when looking at our thoughts, we are not identified with them, yet we observe them, letting go of those linked to fears, doubts, judgments and imagination.
Thoughts … We can create many thoughts and they can create many new chains or strengthen the existing ones!
Only when we live in Presence it is like living in a house of pure crystal and those thoughts that are heavier are felt as bundles of denser energy that touch one of the glass walls and are rejected. Many thoughts come with the vibration of fear and, unless we realize that, they can permeate and completely change the state in which we live.
Living in a house of pure crystal is a blessing, it is as if we are living in continuity in a state of Harmony and Light. The weather can still change on the outside. Strong winds can make the walls vibrate as well as major hurricanes. But over time we will use the right tools so that the crystal house always remains as a harmonic case. Porous walls will allow the flow of the giving and receiving and yet they can repel and not absorb anything that is heavier.
Life becomes like a stage. Each one of us plays their own notes; the same is for nature, animals … or the wind or the sun … the sea and the lands.
Each being has a Divine Essence. We meet, reflecting each other in the smile and in the glance, in the heart and soul. There is the possibility of expanding one in the Light of the other, recognizing the intrinsic Beauty and Purity, expanding in a Light that goes beyond what is unknown and yet … Known.
Then you spoke again
I had my back turned away, and it fell on deaf ears
You spoke one more time.
Then, I heard you
For I have ears
Ears that clearly hear the wind in the forest
Ears that hear the trickling water in a brook
Ears that hear the trumpets of angels
Your words speak of the divine from the divine
Your words brought tears to my eyes as they herald a new dawn
Your soul, once cocooned, now emerges and stands tall.
Wings fully spread, ready to take flight.
Through death, comes life. Beautiful life.
From My Dear Friend
and therefore for the Gods to see, feel and hear
and experience their Creation in all its forms through us.
I know how much I have learned by watching a negative student or watching a student struggling
just as I did and still do with myself.
So whatever your machine is doing, share it with the Soul. It will not judge you. It only wants to learn.
If you are painting a room or kissing a girl, let the Soul in on it.
That is the Work.
The triad (sacred aim) is wrong if one thinks there have to be certain conditions
to start Self-Remembering.
Excerpt from the book:
Notes from December 2011
These last weeks are intense.
Everything is happening so fast … in such a beautiful, powerful … and yet tender way.
I am grateful for this life … this special Life … where I need to keep surrendering to be molded from the sacred fingers of Love and Light.
Frictions look bigger than ever, yet I know that through them I have the possibility to grow and create stronger muscles for my Soul.
And Love ……..
LOVE is the Teacher that will guide me in each present moment.
All beings are words of God,
His music, His art.
Sacred books we are, for the infinite camps in our souls.
Every act reveals God and expands His being.
I know that may be hard
All creatures are doing their best
to help God in His birth
Enough talk for the night.
He is laboring in me;
I need to be silent
for a while,
worlds are forming
in my heart.