Sit amidst divine grace
let your hair flow with the wind of the eternal breath
do not ask questions
do not look for answers
silence your mind
silence your heart
let your soul fly at will
feel the earth
feel the sky
do not get lost
remain in this moment
as the sky brightens
let yourself receive the light of this new day
in full gratitude and humility
you need nothing else.
Grace is here.
Life is to be lived fully
to the contrary we would die,
— die not of death, but of an empty life.
We should make our lives a continuous stream
of grace and beauty and love.
When we cook, when we walk,
when we touch, when we laugh,
when we kiss, when we pray.
Life has no limits.
I have the certainty that one day
we will go back into the vastness of the ocean.
We will be filled with grace and move effortlessly.
We will not need machines, nor need to invent anything.
I have the certainty that once more,
we shall be elegant creatures of the sea.
Inspiration: the world — too much metal, too much cement, too much noise.
The wrong light —
loud and brash
the one of multicolored awnings and incandescent screens.
— The one where you lose yourself.
The wrong light —
uncouth and effortlessly seen
the one that sucks in the lost and the desperate.
— The one that keeps you away from yourself.
Be careful when you walk the path.
Don’t be lured by complicated glitter.
Light is a river of overflowing splendor.
It shines yet does not blind.
Its rays are strong yet embrace you with infinite tenderness.
This is the Light that shatters your deepest misgivings.
It is the one of grace and infinite mercy.
The one of simple joy.
— The very one that is within you.
Think and analyze with parsimony.
“Why?” has no answer.
Grace is everywhere.
In the slow rise of the moon, no matter where you are.
In a blade of grass, in the tenderness of your gestures, in your daily bread.
No need to worry — from dust you rose, dust you shall be.
Grace is not fussy.
Accompanying music: “Song of the universal” by Ola Gjeilo, listen here.
Inspiration: “Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” – Ash Wednesday, reminding us to be humble and joyful, always joyful.
The tree spreads its roots. The tree opens its branches to the sky and offers them for little birds to nest. It flowers with full splendor, and gives fruits and shade. The tree also brings rain.
The tree is potential displayed unabashed.
The tree is divine for its very existence, humble for its splendor, and generous for its nature.
The tree is not alone. All elements of nature display their beauty and give without limits. The moon shines and the sun warms. The night sky and the clouds are there for all to admire. Immense galaxies churn across the limitless universe. No tinkering is needed.
Mankind may have been thus once. Today, he is a being perpetually busy, disconnected from the cycle of day and night and seasons. Mankind is increasingly immersed in unhealthy dynamics of needing objects that add nothing to his being nor give to others. But for a few exceptions, he rarely looks up at the sky nor takes the time to remain in harmony with nature. A stunning sunset has become an exception; and to see beauty, he has to stand in line at a museum. Charity and compassion have become emotions displayed in full view, rather than natural and discreet inclines of his very existence. Anything that cannot be rationalized or objectified is rejected, even love, even grace.
The tree still stands effortlessly giving beauty without a spec of pride, but rather with infinite and divine humility. Mankind could learn a thing or two from the tree.
Inspirations: incomprehension of this busy and noisy world; love of trees; and the divine, the Tao.
Long after all the flowers have faded
the chrysanthemum blooms alone.
Under grey skies, amidst the first frost,
its petals flutter with the wind from the north.
And yet, it is not November
but the month of May.
And yet, it has graced me with its beauty,
its fragrance filling my lonely heart.
Photo taken at home today of a bouquet of chrysanthemum. It was a gift from my nine year old son who knows I love this flower because it dares to bloom alone.