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.
As we empty ourselves
as we let go
as we stop comparing and wanting and judging
we create space
a vast emptiness with immense potential
the potential for love.
Note: this is practical advice.
“Love rests on no foundation.
It is an endless ocean,
with no beginning or end.
a suspended ocean,
riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
All souls have drowned in it,
and now dwell there.
One drop of that ocean is hope,
and the rest is fear.”
Translation by Shahram Shiva.
We are free.
We are free to do harm or not.
We are free to lie or tell the truth, to say hurtful words or remain silent.
We are free to steal or not, to kill or not, to respect or not.
This freedom has nothing to do with books or constitutions or laws, nor with place or culture or religion. It has nothing to do with individual rights either, nor anything established.
We were born free to chose our behavior.
Every day, every time we make a decision on what to do or say, we are free to chose harm or love.
We are free.
It is an immense privilege.
Published in Sister-hood, March 2019.
Early this morning, the fragrant breeze of the rose wrapped itself around your heart.
It loosened the constraints of sadness along with all the knots life had tied.
The rose fell in love with you. It happens all the time.
Love the writing less and the ink more,
and as you flatten the white paper,
remember to shed your clothes
before crossing the threshold.
Sufi and Zen inspiration.
Often times at the dinner table, my son and I talk about our day and we like to share one thing that happened that marked us because of its beauty, preciousness or simply because it touched us in a nice way.
So here is what my son, nine years old, has been telling me over the past eight days. It is in no order of importance, and none is more precious than another, they were equally precious at the moment in which they happened.
I wanted to share them because they speak of simple beauty, something we often forget about as we move along our days.
The sunset and the gold colors of the clouds.
That I answered my friend’s email.
The hot chocolate with the cappuccino milk you made me.
The music of Chopin I heard. — Chopin’s Piano Concerto No.2, Rubinstein at the piano.
When I saw your face as I came out of school on the first day back at school.
The scent of Jasmine at night that we placed in a glass in the kitchen.
The rain, especially during the afternoon downpour and the noise it made as it hit the windows’ panes with the wind.