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Por uma Poesia da Luz

Image: Chris H. Lynn –  www.framingsounds.com Olhos da alma bem abertos: Vejo o meu sol interno que anuncia a água do corpo, o brilho das águas dos mares, a energia da Terra. Vejo um mar meditativo sob ondas mentais diversas … Continue reading

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Fragments of Existence

Very very slowly, living in different mental states… going on beyond expectations… allowing yourself to be surprised in a continuous and endless path…

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About Flow, Senses, Writing – part IV

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 … Continue reading

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Landscape I – the pilgrimage

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 … Continue reading

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Secret Paradise

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 … Continue reading

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Bright Routes

Image: 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 … Continue reading

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Running with the Earth

“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 … Continue reading

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