“The Kingdom Of Love” In the dawn of the day, when the sea and the earth Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth, with a heart full of courage and mirth, To seek for the Kingdom of Love. I asked of a Poet I met on the way, Which cross-road would lead me aright, And…
Learning from Nature Haiku: “Like Trees” Deep roots underground, Stretching branches to the sky… Reaching to the Light! Teaches: Like trees, go within, The fertile soil of the Soul, Your vision set on the Light! Amira (Poem inspired by Susana) Aprendiendo de la naturaleza Haiku: “ Como los árboles”…
Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Learning from nature: “Winter Solstice” On the darkest day, On the darkest hour, LIGHT’S BORN! Let us celebrate! Teaches: When times are darkest, Know the light is nearer! The tipping point is reached! (When Darkness turns into LIGHT!) Amira Aprendiendo de la naturaleza: “Solsticio de invierno” En el día más…
POEMS: “Stray birds” by Rabindranath Tagore (verses 64 to 85 out of 326) 64 Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience. 65 Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread. 66 The infant flower opens…
“Humble blade of grass” Humble blade of grass, synthesizing light…after you: the whole chain of life! (the Source is Light!) Amira “Humilde brizna de hierba” Humilde brizna de hierba, sintetizando luz… después de ti: ¡Toda la cadena de la vida! (¡La Fuente es Luz!) Amira
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth” Buddha
All in the dark we grope along,
And if we go amiss
We learn at least which path is wrong,
I choose to simplify my life and rise above the ego that seeks always to understand, prove, control and separate me from the things that are of the Light.
IN day from some titanic past it seems
As if a thread divine of memory runs;
Born ere the Mighty One began his dreams,
Or yet were stars and suns.
I love the free in thee, my bird, The lure of freedom drew; The light you fly toward, my bird, I fly with thee unto.
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles.