Flying between France and Spain. Photo by Ana Villas Boas. April, 2017.
“Everything that you see needs to destroy of the attempt to define yourself. Every definitions only talk about your body and expressions”
I am that – Sri Nisagadatta Maharaj
The mainly issue on my writing is about body movement and senses. The flow of this movement brings to me a profusion of ideas and insights around the the sensations and beyond of them when the transcendence happens; when the material world is crossed and conquered; when there is an experience with the divine which I am. Which each of us is.
The way is through the dense body. I need to know this body, this temple, this vehicle to arrive anywhere in this material world. The limits of this body. However, it is necessary to treat this body with love, with respect and reverence. Then, the body movement is a need.
Our bodies are to be in movement, discovering the flow of everything, sensing the air, touching the ground, smelling the flowers, tasting the fruits, seeing beyond the seemed world, listening the gods!
Everything flows and to be in resonance with this beauty is to be in genuine communication with the Cosmos. It is simply one vibration. Then, a path to genuine freedom.
Marseille. April, 2017. Photo by Ana Villas Boas
The time has stopped
over the whole body
on listening to the sound
of Marseille sea.
Bright, seaweed, lights in a blue green
waves come so close and bring
foam, sand, rocks, smells and touches
on the path made of moments.
[light dark light light dark
light light light dark
light light light light
light light light light only light in the dark.]
Wilderness of senses
footsteps on the ground
Feeling the taste of love.
La Romieu, France. Photo by Ana Villas Boas, April, 2017.
Travelling beyond the alive senses in a body
wind on the face…
memories of another time…
the ground’s sounds that vibrate and light up
the pulsate life of a world overflowing
to beyond the senses… colors… shapes and sounds.
The air… my body falling
diving in the ocean of dreams
waves over waves of tears
dissolved in my being
which cry and smile
in intense existence
in endless desire
for the other body beside
his presence touching my fingers
of my feet
sliding his hands,
telling me beautiful stories
framing my heart
close to him
that I wanted
Running there, I remember that I am small, fragile, surrendered to the landscape, to the high mountains. Beneath my feet, I feel the strenght of the ground and I can listen to its deep sounds. Crossing the path, the expansion of sensory system, metamorphosis of my being, stunning and fused with all around. Rocks, green forests, blow of wind, clouds, blue sky. My existence diluted in this secret garden!
The life’s beauty on love that changes the direction of the wind,
the movement, the blow, the flow.
The joyful’s whispering, the transformation in motion each moment,
My hands hold your warmth hands
on the field
in our room
between lights and shadows that bring together the quiet of our minds and hearts
≈ our sounds, our hopes, our closed eyes
enjoying the moment, that feeling which defines us, our sensing of connection
and blissful union ≈
This continuos moving, the flowing, the emotions which overflow from our chest.
The sounds inside and outside in alchemy
of dense, subtle, pure, blessing, bright path.
[We print our footsteps on the ground]
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…