#NO-limits

“Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” – T. S. Eliot

Caminho Francês ~ Navarra agosto 2004

It is so easy to become wrapped up in our daily lives, busy running from here to there, doing this and that, losing sight of what is truly meaningful...

This is for you...

The rags of time

The unruly sun bursts forth it’s beams, so divine and strong,

 to warm the world and us, it’s “lovers”...

love, knows no season nor time...

                    knows no hours, days, months...just rags of the continuum

     and you...you were a voice, a whisper...a place where memories lie, as i recall 

                                                 the day of the final goodbye…

                                          There are instants imprinted in my soul,

                                                that will lift my spirit everytime...

           moments when the mountain was hard to climb, and yet, the kindness of your 

                        words, and the loyal affection of your actions kept me going…

   A beam of light, driving all my shadows away...

...my song...

my own personal song 

I confess i still feel confort in reading the messages we’ve shared through the years,

as if they were gifts…and in fact, they are…sweet, sweet gifts…

Entering far away into the peaceful land, i hope you can see

                                 that inside me, a space just for you will always be... 

                  There you lie my precious bud, resting eternaly...my friend, my confidant, my

                                                           flesh and blood...

                                                             

#almaperegrina

Como brisa do mar em dias de verão, assim é a sensação vivida pela alma com o toque da alegria, puro deleite...

É como o calor e o aconchego de uma lareira, sabor e aroma

de um bom vinho, na companhia de quem se ama, em dias de inverno...

Na viagem da vida a alegria é como usar roupas leves, sandálias nos pés, tendo as mãos livres...

#amizade

Miguel Esteves Cardoso, in 'Explicações de Português'

"Os amigos nunca são para as ocasiões. São para sempre. A ideia utilitária da amizade, como entreajuda, pronto-socorro mútuo, troca de favores, depósito de confiança, sociedade de desabafos mete nojo. A amizade é puro prazer. Não se pode contaminar com favores e ajudas, leia-se dívidas. Pede-se, dá-se, recebe-se, esquece-se e não se fala mais nisso.
A decadência da amizade entre nós deve-se à instrumentalização que tem vindo a sofrer. Transformou-se numa espécie de maçonaria, uma central de cunhas, palavrinhas, cumplicidades e compadrios. É por isso que as amizades se fazem e desfazem como se fossem laços políticos ou comerciais. Se alguém «falta» ou «não corresponde», se não cumpre as obrigações contratuais, é logo condenado como «mau» amigo e sumariamente proscrito. Está tudo doido. Só uma miséria destas obriga a dizer o óbvio: os amigos são as pessoas de que nós gostamos e com quem estamos de vez em quando. Podemos nem sequer darmo-nos muito, ou bem, com elas. Ou gostar mais delas do que elas de nós. Não interessa. A amizade é um gosto egoísta, ou inevitabilidade, o caminho de um coração em roda-livre.
Os amigos têm de ser inúteis. Isto é, bastarem só por existir e, maravilhosamente, sobrarem-nos na alma só por quem e como são. O porquê, o onde e o quando não interessam. A amizade não tem ponto de partida, nem percurso, nem objectivo. É impossível lembrarmo-nos de como é que nos tornámos amigos de alguém ou pensarmos no futuro que vamos ter.
A glória da amizade é ser apenas presente. É por isso que dura para sempre; porque não contém expectativas nem planos nem ansiedade."

Caminho Português da Costa

Baiona ~ agost2015

#LetGo

She Let Go
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,
without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a
book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analise whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go…
There’s only one Guru ~ you.

 Safire Rose

#northenstar

...e porque ele foi sempre, é e será, uma estrela, que me acompanhou e acompanha no meu caminho...

...just because... merry xmas mr lawrence <3

The wounds on your hands never seem to heal
I thought all I needed was to believe 

Here am I, a lifetime away from you
The blood of Christ, or the beat of my heart
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes 

Senseless years thunder by
Millions are willing to give their lives for you
Does nothing live on? 

Learning to cope with feelings aroused in me
My hands in the soil, buried inside of myself
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes in you once again 

I`ll go walking in circles
While doubting the very ground beneath me
Trying to show unquestioning faith in everything
Here am I, a lifetime away from you
The blood of Christ, or a change of heart 

My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes
My love wears forbidden colours
My life believes in you once again

David Sylvian & Ryuichi Sakamoto - Forbidden Colours

#wayseers

THE WAYSEER MANIFESTO

ATTENTION: All you rule-breakers, you misfits and troublemakers - all you free spirits and pioneers - all you visionaries and non-conformists ...

Everything that the establishment has told you is wrong with you - is actually what's right with you.

You see things others don't. You are hardwired to change the world. Unlike 9 out of 10 people - your mind is irrepressible - and this threatens authority. You were born to be a revolutionary.

You can't stand rules because in your heart you know there's a better way.

You have strengths dangerous to the establishment - and it wants them eliminated, So your whole life you've been told your strengths were weaknesses - Now I'm telling you otherwise.

Your impulsivity is a gift - impulses are your key to the miraculous,

Your distractibility - is an artifact of your inspired creativity,

Your mood swings - reflect the natural pulse of life, they give you unstoppable energy when you're high and deep soulful insight when you're low,

Been diagnosed with a "disorder"? That's society's latest way to deny it's own illness by pointing the finger at you. Your addictive personality is just a symptom of your vast underused capacity for heroic, creative expression and spiritual connection. your utter lack of repression, your wide eyed idealism, your unmitigated open mind - didn't anyone ever tell you?! these are the traits shared by the greatest pioneers and visionaries and innovators, revolutionaries, procrastinators and drama queens, activists on the social scene, space cadets and mavericks, philosophers and derelicts, business suits flying fighter jets, football stars and sex addicts, celebrities with ADD, alcoholics who seek novelty, first responders - prophets and saints, mystics and change agents.

We are - all - the same - you know
'cuz we're all affected by the way -
We are - all - the same - you know
'cuz we're all attracted to the flame -

You know in your heart that there's a natural order to life,
something more sovereign than any man-made rules or laws could ever express.

This natural order is called "the Way."

The Way is the eternal substrate of the cosmos. It guides the very current of time and space. The Way is known by some as the Will of God, Divine Providence, the Holy Spirit, the implicate order, the Tao, reverse-entropy, life-force, but for now we'll simply call it "the Way." The Way is reflected in you as the source of your inspiration, the source of your passions, your wisdom, your enthusiasm, your intuition, your spiritual fire - love. The Way takes the chaos out of the Universe and breathes life into it by reflecting divine order. The Way, when experienced by the mind, is genius, when perceived through the eyes is beauty, when felt with the senses is grace, when allowed into the heart ... is love.

Most people cannot sense the Way directly. ... But then there are the Wayseers. The keepers of the flame. Wayseers have an unexplainable knack for just knowing the Way. They sense it in their very being. They can't tell you why or how they arrived at the right answer. They just know it in their core. They can't show their work. So don't ask. Their minds simply resonate with the Way. When the Way is present, so are they.

While others are blind to it, and society begs you to ignore it, "the Way" stirs you inside. Neurological repression blocks most people's awareness of the Way - censoring all thoughts and impulses from the unconscious is their prefrontal cortex - the gestapo of the brain -  nothing which violates its socialized programming even gets through; but your mind is different. your mind has been cracked wide open to the Way - by some miraculous genetic trait, some psychotropic chemical or maybe even by the will of your very soul, your brain's reward pathways have been hijacked - dopamine employed to overthrow the fascist dictatorship of your prefrontal cortex - now your brain is free of repression, your mind free of censorship, your awareness exposed to the turbulent seas of the unconscious - through this open doorway divine light shines into your consciousness showing you the Way. This is what makes you a Wayseer.

90% of human civilization is populated with those who's brains are blocked to the Way.  Their brains are hardwired to enforce the social programming indoctrinated since birth. Unlike you they cannot break out of this programming, because they have not yet experienced the necessary revolution of mind. These programmed people take social institutions and rules very seriously. Society is full of games programmed to keep peoples' minds occupied so they will not revolt. These games often cause sick fixations on peculiar protocols, power structures, taboos and domination - all subtle forms of human bondage - This distinct form of madness is not only tolerated by the masses but insisted upon. The programmed ones believe in rules so forcefully they become willing to destroy anyone who violates them.

Wayseers are the ones who call their bluff.  Since Wayseer minds are free to reject social programming, Wayseers readily see social institutions for what they are - imaginary games.  Wayseers comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable. Helping those who are lost in these games and refuse to help themselves is a calling of many Wayseers. Since Wayseers are the ones who keep contact with the original source of reality - they are able to disrupt societal conventions and even governments to realign humanity with the Way.

The Wayseers are an ancient lineage. A kind of priesthood - carriers of the flame - ones "in the know."  There must always be Wayseers to reform the dizzying psychotic spinning gears of society - giant mindless hamster wheels obscuring the pure blue sky, keeping humanity shackled in a darkened cage - so Wayseers are called - to shed light on the madness of society - to continually resurrect the timeless transcendent Spirit of Truth -

Wayseers reveal this divine truth by devoting themselves to the birth of some creative or disruptive act expressed through art or philosophy, innovations to shake up industry, revolutions for democracy, coups that topple hypocrisy, movements of solidarity, changes that leave a legacy, rebellions against policy, spirit infused technology, moments of clarity, things that challenge barbarity, watersheds of sincerity, momentous drives for charity

We are - all - the same - you know
'cuz we're all affected by the way -
We are - all - the same - you know
'cuz we're all attracted to the flame -

This is your calling, Wayseer.
You've found your tribe.
Welcome home.>