Dancing with the Sun Rays Tickling the Ocean Waves… all Across the Seven Seas
The moment when the two opposites meet and greet. In the twinkling of an eye, swept away by the palpable attraction, two bipeds, taken over by the spell of nature, they initiate a honey-sweet relation.
Until the mighty vigor of the fire clashes against the unsurmountable force of water. Like the sun and the ocean, endlessly romancing, the waves never stop bouncing.
The fire and water, somehow, find the most unusual ways to embrace. Guiding our own primordial forces, inviting us to express ourselves, to dance.
Yet, we, tiny-vast-human beings. with all our aspirations, shortcomings, anticipations, projections, and tone of reactions. We struggle when our substratum is still full of air bubbles.
How can fire continuously burn and glow, how can water shine and flow if the foundation cannot sustain the force of its own creation?
So much interference, obstruction, resistance, arrogance, pride, with a lack of integrity, humility, and pure love is gone, with the flickering shadow caused by the passing gust of wind.
Still, in their own unique ways, both fire and water continue to rise, from within.
To guide us, to lead the way toward the horizon. There – we meet again. After all the struggles we had to face, to understand, to overcome, to rise above, to arrive at the place where the Sun Rays tickle the Ocean Waves. free to play, to dance, embrace, and romance.
A blissful sight to behold, so innocent and tender sweet – the heart expands, begins to sing.
If only we are blessed to see, and realize how exquisite, how precious, how fragile Life is.
Gratitude to Fire, Wind, and Water. To all the elements on Earth.
Let us never forget that we owe it all to Mother Nature. All of our blessings, all of our lives and dreams.
Rationally, we all know and understand that not all things in life carry equal weight and importance.
Yet, when we zoom in – we behave like emotional bin bags – we easily get sidetracked, depending on different life situations. We do that entirely by ourselves to ourselves. Sure, the stimulus comes from the outside, but it’s us who receive it, process it, and act or react upon it.
You think, you believe, you convince yourself that you like something – and that this ‘something’ you like is good for you.
Yet, when we’re not very conscious about the choices we make, most of the things we like are actually not that good for us.
Reflect upon it for a moment. You go crazy after ice-cream, chocolate, cookies, pizzas, burgers, fries. You forget how many hours have passed since you plugged into Netflix. You start popping cannabis gummies day in day out, staying up late at night. You get accustomed behaving in a certain way, staying in a relationship that doesn’t serve anyone well. You go on a spending spree, buying things you don’t really need.
I’m not saying ice-cream is bad, full stop – as long as you’re aware, conscious of your choices, you’re fine. When you manage to do, whatever it is that you do in moderation, it’s ok. But can you? Can you brace yourself from ‘just a bit more, a bit longer, one more bite, one more try, a bit faster’, and say no thanks, I had enough.
What is good for you? How do you know? Have you learned by now, what supports you in life and what not?
All the stories that you accept or create, they dwell and operate inside your head, inside your mind. It’s all in there – already thought of by billions of minds at any given second, over eons of time.
Make sure to differentiate and know what goes in and on inside your mind! Who is thinking those thoughts, what you are thinking about, and above all, what do you do about those thoughts. The way you choose to churn them out. Learn to watch, to hold the pause, to reflect, not to react, to have that conversation with yourself, learn to respond.
There’s all that and there is the void.
Your own void that you keep on feeding with all sorts of information, thoughts, beliefs, hopes that can suddenly come to an end. You know what it feels like, when you lose someone precious in life, and only realize what you’ve had when they’re gone? That moment in life you feel the emptiness that was not there before. At first, the emptiness feels unknown. It was absent for a while – hence you became unaccustomed to what living with emptiness feels like.
Emptiness prefers to remain as it is. A black hole into which all matter disappears, out of which new life is born. The void has to remain void.
Yet, we try our best to fill it up, to cover it up so we can avoid facing the void – we a+void witnessing our own origin.
Try not to continue with endless ‘must fill it up with noise and activities’ – because that hunger never ends. You’ll get sidetracked; your focus will easily get consumed, absorbed by the traffic you continue creating – by yourself. It’s how we forget the reason why we have chosen to come here in the first place.
It’s OK to feel uncomfortable with the unknown.
Empty the mind, empty your heart, whatever comes, let it come, whatever goes, let it go.
Don’t try to hold on to anything – in fact – accept that you can’t hold on to anything, not even your life. Life experiences will present you exactly what you need, when you need it in the most perfect, synchronous way. Magic happens every day, be rest assure of that. This is not about being passive; on the contrary, one has to stay constantly aware in order to respond to what life presents and do the best they can. Stay soft, perceptive, attentive, so you can move swiftly. Like the weeping willow’s branches swaying in the wind. Dancing to the music, ever so gracefully, without resistance, yet, filled with stability and inner force. Knowing that your trunk – your spine is solid and your roots – your origin runs deep.
Two beautiful, graceful weeping willows. Its branches drooping over the lake of lilies.
“Be Water, My Friend. Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water. You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. (Bruce Lee)‘
History repeats itself; it’s happening all the time, most of it has already happened before – hence, learn to become an observer, a watcher. Learn to step out of the repetitive cycle. Learn to see the life events, people, their intentions for what they are – not for what you want them, like them or even fear them to be.
From that standpoint make a conscious decision of what you want next – based on your needs, wants, heartfelt desires that are supportive of your life journey and don’t harm others. Remain cool like a cucumber. Like a seasoned gambler: ‘you gotta know when to hold’em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away and know when to run! You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table. There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.’ (The Gambler, Kenny Rogers)
My life experiences have brought me here, where I am right now. Your life experiences have brought you here, where you are, right now. Present, switched on, and fully aware. And thus we stand. Here we meet, we share what we can share. Plenty of human experiences, passing thoughts, knowing who we are, heart full of gratitude, peace of mind, soul strength, sense of freedom. One step, one breath, one heartbeat at a time. Fullness and the void. There is more that connects us than what sets us apart. Yes… I do like that thought.
Everything is as it is – perfect or imperfectly perfect. Including the vast, expanding emptiness that stretches my limited understanding of what it means to be perfectly at peace & free.
‘Sunyata’
It’s okay to feel uncomfortable with the unknown.
Empty the mind, empty your heart. Whatever comes, let it come. Whatever goes, let it go.
“Be Water, My Friend. Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water. You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle.” -Bruce Lee
‘Sunyata’
Emptiness – bubble bursts into thin air. The sound arises from the void, the self emerges out of the hollow, The self returns into nothingness.
There is a space in my heart that connects me to emptiness, to remind me of all that I am and all that I am not.
With that in mind, I begin reclaiming my soul power. Without it, I am not. I draw my inspiration out of nothingness. My love emerges from emptiness. It comes and goes back to where it begun.
We come on behalf of emptiness, We disappear on behalf of blankness. Emptiness occupies the space when we are not yet and no longer here. Unknowable, unpredictable… I sense the unease. Beautiful, enriching, soul-nourishing emptiness. I know you, I honor you, your grandiose emptiness.
I wonder, how on Earth did it all come together? How did it all start? Was it the monkeys, God? The aliens from outerspace?
Somehow it all worked out, and here I am and here you are, marveling over our own imperfect perfections. Combined elements of earth, fire, water, metal, wood, air… All of them are part of who we came to be.
363.000 nerves vibrating in synchronicity, wired brains, the all-combining flesh, the pump that never stops called Heart, the veins circulating vital sanguine fluid, limbs that feed us, carry us around, solid bones and joints that hold it all together, flexi-muscle tissues giving us strength, all the inner organs serving every night and day…
Seemingly simple yet profoundly complex, this reality of each and every one of us, irrespective of our age, religion, gender, color of our skin, affinity, belief system, level of awareness.
The sum of all its parts.
The sum of its parts is always greater than the parts when taken separately. Every part is tuning in and out. A harmony of elements, more enchanting than their parts. The universal symphony, greater than its notes, reverberating in timeless harmony.
The almighty mind, the brilliant thinking brainpower, the tool of creation, destruction, completion,
acceptance, rejection, separation, reflection, perception, causing our heart’s palpitation, expansion, contraction. Forming, abandoning beliefs, the web of countless thoughts, continuously shaping or dissolving habits. The bank of memories that come and go. The sum of all its parts.
Desire to separate, dissect, analyze, prognosticate. Failing to recognize the “I” relationship, the wonderful amalgamation melting all together. All the parts of my body, the milliards of micro-beings that inhabit my abode, the heartbeat and my motion, my breath and my commotion. Plentiful ways, I am able to perceive, to process information, to seek confirmation.
Your voice that makes me tingle, your love that stokes my fire, your touch I so desire. The joy we share, innate. The power to invoke. Connections that our bodies make, allowing to impress, express, rejoice, create. The joy of subatomic particles when we accept. Essentials are invisible to eyes. What matters, always flows through our hearts. The sum of all its parts.
The mother and the child, one giving life to other, continuously forming matter. Nature, striving to do better for the sake of evolution. The sum of its parts is its contribution.
The glue between all forming parts of the whole, the ubiquitous love. There would be none of what we are, what we have, what we think, or appear to be, if it wasn’t for the Mother’s love, holding, binding, keeping everything together. The intricate fabric of life. Not a single bacteria would thrive without the mother’s heart. Billions of unions between the soul and matter, one rotating planet full of life, no matter what the weather. Velocity of energy buzzing around the clock, hearts beating, lungs grasping for precious air, ears listening to your eternal song— sharing, caring for each other, for every form that life on earth assumes.
Tears of gratitude that I can be alive, to have a heart to feel, to reciprocate your love, to heal. The sum of its parts and the magnitude that puts me in awe. The force that binds us all together, one mighty soul, split into billions of different forms, every single one complete perfection, reflection of the whole.
I breathe in, I exhale, I smile, I feel complete. Thank you, life, for this experience, for the opportunity to have the choice.
In holding
one tiny grain of sand in the palm of my hand, I hold it all.
I look at one single wild flower, and I see all the beauty there is to see in the world.
It may take ages to get there, but it only takes one moment in time to realize eternity.
It only takes a heartbeat to understand creation, to know what God is all about.
For a moment, I invite you, to forget the everyday ways of the world and recognize that you are beyond duality. You, awakened one who cannot see the truth of externality through the distorted lens of separation caused by fallacy— the one who dwells beyond plurality, firmly rooted in unbreakable, unshakable, unified reality.
Realize that equanimous is godliness. When you take no sides, you cannot be conquered or divided.
No form, no time, no space can ever take away, the cognition of who I am. I am the sum of all its parts.
Freedom is a state of mind— feeling free, a state of being.
There is a place under the sky, beneath the stars, underneath the shining sun, where you will find me lying on the sand beside the flowing water— the place where I come to be, to feel more free.
In wonder, I watch the flock take flight, a dance of feathers against the light. The murmuration, a spell that enchants my sight.
Far away yet so close is the horizon.
I often run away to a place where I can melt with the horizon. There, I can feel the gentle breeze, and hear the water flowing with such ease. The grasses sing with fragrance so sweet, a place where my spirit feels complete.
My heart begins to bloom and grow— beat by beat, like a river’s flow, expanding like a full moon’s glow.
I smile – your loving eyes, so kind, shine brighter than the stars aligned. No other gaze beneath the sky, could bring such joy or make me high.
Far away, yet so close is the horizon.
We live, we love, we learn, and life goes on, until it’s time to cross the horizon.
I do not want to go back home— not quite yet. Sometimes, running is the way to be, the way I learned to spread my wings, to fly, to be more free.
“You silly girl! How long can you dwell beside the shore watching the horizon before the body starts complaining, shivering from cold, ushering you to a shelter you call home?”
As long as I can, I whisper to myself. As long as I possibly can.
Actions arising out of stillness, being moved without lifting a finger, not trying to pursue a thing.
In a tender embrace, we stay,
entwined until we part ways; Like a tree branch cherishing its leaves, like the sea cradles its fish.
All that has to come to light, let it come from deep within: fear, anger, sadness, shame, pain.
I remain beside you: no thoughts, not trying to interfere.
Nothing is broken; There’s nothing to be fixed.
Being fully present is the way that sets us free from our self-imposed confinement.
I am your timeless self— the one beside you on our journey, the one to hold the space when you feel stuck, a gentle nudge, a wink, a touch of hands.
No judgment, never pushing you away.
Allowing space— space that holds you as you emerge from your secret den, trusting that you can, knowing you are held by grace.
Fear, anger, sadness, shame, pain. They start to melt away. Left behind is empty space.
All you have been taught begins to fade away. You are on the way to find yourself again.
I hold you and you hold me in that long-lasting moment. The worlds we knew, they disappear. It’s just you and me: infinity of possibilities, gratitude, joy, tears of compassion, everlasting song of silence.
Heart is at peace, mind comes to rest. I feel blessed.
“I” enters the flow, emptiness infused with love and light. Finally, I know I am I am home.
The sweet little poem,
a mirror reflection of me,
dedicated to Papo and Lois.
A reminder for you,
for me,
for us all, in this circling, wondrous, wide world.
“I come to this world to play; All that I see around me, it’s all me.
Different expressions of me: shapes, sizes, ages, colors, genders.
It does not matter how I see— It’s all me, full circle, me.
More or less me, whatever I see, all around is more or less of me.
I see. It matters not what you can see. Whatever you see, it’s all me.”
“Is that what you seek? You see, you are a part of me— It’s all me.”
“I see. It’s all me, all around.
I close my eyes and I can see; It has always been me.
All of it; Just me.”
And I— I come to this world to play and to be what I am: me.”
