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Love is a bright light in deep dive in the cosmos, in a profusion of senses in moving, in flow with these sounds that resonate in my being and let me in peace…

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Bright Routes

IMG_0020Image: Chris H. Lynn – https://framingsounds.com


Eyes opened: sight to a sun that announces in the body’s water, the brightness of infinite water.

Meditation sea on heat of a day which indicates the inexorable cycle of life.

Running in the rhythm of the Earth.

Feeling in the face the wind that carries us from one side to the other touching on ground with each step.

[Colored footsteps that disappear and replace by new ones, into other routes with other colors and more].

Feeling the environment in a fusion of lives still alive, ancestral, atavistic.
The sea in sight doesn’t lie: the light shines and incites us at a dawn of day contemplation in movement.

Moving with the Earth into us.

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Running with the Earth

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“Morning Spirit” by Sadao Miyamoto 


Early morning
The birds announce
The sunrise in an empty Park.

Smoothly running
Deep in the sound of inner silence.

The trees beg for silence to be possible to hear the spirits sounds…
Twigs and fallen leaves, the wind’s whispering and the water flowing from the ground between the rocks.

The life’s miracle that happens and renews itself each moment
The running feeling the feet touching the ground, listening its heart beating with intensity, alive, heat…
Present in each step
In each step, a new moment.

From moment to moment the life flows in connection with related spirits
The forest’s spirits.

Human beings wonder with the beauty in movement
From moment to moment
Shadows, trails
The blissful life cycle.

To run is to feel the life pulsates in a body movement with heart beating in balance, in the pace with the Earth.

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About Flow, Senses, Writing – part III

 


Come with me to fly, to free the body in the air, to surrender and smile.
Let’s move our bodies, touch the flowers, the trees and rocks.
Let’s dive in the big blue water dreams!
Close your eyes and breathe deeply, just listen…
Feet on the ground and the fingers catching up the stars!
When we let the reason imperator is go away,
we rescued the blowing of joy, of wonder, of an aspiration to be…
only to be… self-sufficient.
Because it is the only way that we can be in whole to the other…
I mean… to be. I want to be myself. Always. I am.

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Standing in a flowing dream

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“Cherry Blossoms” by Toshi Yoshida


It seems that he gives her so little,
some few words;
beautiful words that just cover the ground,
where she is lying alone waiting for him
with warmth memories
under their loved and delicate tree.

It seems that he only gives her some drops of water,
just to not kill her with thrist;
she is living in an eternal waiting for blossoms,
and he offers few minutes of writing,
a generical card;
and she thinks that she is an attention need.

It seems that he gives her sparks of light – sometimes
and she sees herself on the ground again – alone;
she says “my love”, he says her name;
she says a new start, he says “I am happy”;
– but at the same time –
he says “I can’t”.

She is almost saying again: “goodbye”;
– she is always saying that –
and her life goes by;
her heart says: “look around you, the love is on air”;
she looks and she finds!
is he again under their same cherry blossoms affair.

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Revisiting Caeiro – I

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Morning Run  – Lago Igapó – Londrina, Paraná, 2016. Photo by Ana Villas Boas


Fernando Pessoa/Alberto Caeiro – The Keeper of Flocks*

XXVI

At times, on days of perfect and exact light,
When things have all the reality they can,
I ask myself slowly
Why I even attribute
Beauty to things.

Does a flower somehow have beauty?
Somehow a fruit has beauty?
No: they have color and form
And existence only.
Beauty is the name of something that doesn’t exist
I give to things in exchange for the delight they give me.
It means nothing.
Then why do I say, “Things are beautiful”?

Yes, even I, who live only to live,
Invisible, they come to meet me,
Men’s lies in the face of things,
In the face of things that simply exist.

How difficult to be yourself and see only what you can!


*http://alberto-caeiro.blogspot.com.br

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About Flow, Senses, Writing – part II

Art by Darcy Villas Boas – https://davidtatalios.wordpress.com


“It is of the essence of life that it does not begin here or end there, or connect a point of origin with a final destination, but rather that it keeps on going, finding a way through the myriad of things that form, persist and break up in its currents. Life, in short, is a movement of opening, not of closure.”
― Tim Ingold, Being Alive: Essays on Movement, Knowledge and Description


A “meshwork” that forms.
This weave woven by thin threads and that extends, expands.
And the intensity with which this happens softens me, makes me to feel that the world is small and that we are all the time circulating among the same people, by the same places, all the time. Continuously.
Beyond the dimensions time and space.
Dimensions that bind us in the material world.
This world made of illusions and strong attraction by which takes us well away from our home. Internal home.
From heart.
From the soul, our essence.
From the deep being which dwells in us.


Reflection to continue…

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