tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31874830337052279462024-02-07T03:58:35.880+01:00Inner feelings and thoughtsPhilosophical and Zen thought.
Is a simple cup where I drop my thoughts to empty myselfDubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-64891288636851014602013-08-08T23:40:00.001+02:002013-08-08T23:40:33.238+02:00During war and peace we grow & learn<div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBJAN78jOc_fdr1QsNN8DvgeyI8bTE8IbimApgTp_oKtdn4IXmXviI7P4fPWh6BgX_VWgXvemydwTvGwPF-tgglDRA_dIG9YK4JdkuBjkidWNev0cLUbjL1vzvaYRKBrPuJShhjJLf34/s640/blogger-image-1569525249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBJAN78jOc_fdr1QsNN8DvgeyI8bTE8IbimApgTp_oKtdn4IXmXviI7P4fPWh6BgX_VWgXvemydwTvGwPF-tgglDRA_dIG9YK4JdkuBjkidWNev0cLUbjL1vzvaYRKBrPuJShhjJLf34/s640/blogger-image-1569525249.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div><div>The samurai gets trained during battles as well as in peaceful times.<div><br></div><div>The samurai takes the sword out only when needed, and keeps it in many more times when tempted</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>He understand that life is all about sacrifice - transforming the mundane into holy.</div><div>Therefore, he watches his stand even when smiling to the neighbours.</div><div>Makes serving tea a ritual to honour his guests, and not happy with that, keeps his attention focus on them, so to serve their desires with the kindest gestures.</div><div><br></div><div>He knows that battles are unavoidable, because we even ought to fight with ourselves every so often. But a good samurai chooses his battles; only entering those, that despite the result, will bring into his soul honour and growth.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>She will always walk as if carrying her uniform and sword, because she knows that the lethal weapon is not hanging from her waist, but residing within. She also recognises that her investiture enters the room before she does.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>She also knows that her strength doesn't come from her body, therefore nourished her fearful soul with war tales and music. She creates space for silliness to exist and behaves as if her mental capabilities were gone. She knows that wisdom can only arrive when the blurry line between logic and madness disappears.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>The samurais are just like any of us, walking around in a troubling world, chased by the fears of the common live, and succumbing into the insecurities' voids. The only difference is that once the samurais have fallen down, they realise:</div><div><br></div><div><i>That habits, as well as muscles, get developed only with repetitions. So stand up once more and start again.</i></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>V.</div></div>Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-40217469314241287212013-08-08T09:43:00.002+02:002013-08-08T09:53:03.619+02:00How long will it take?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are sitting on the bench, staring at the emptiness that fills the world.<br />
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I dare to ask a question that I know I shouldn't, but can't refrain - when will it be enough?</div>
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<i>Have you ever watch humans grow?</i></div>
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<i>It takes them a life time to master the most important, yet basic, principles. </i></div>
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<i>It takes around 9 months to develop their initial version, one that is far from being able to survive on its own.</i></div>
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<i>Have you ever seen how many years does it take, to any given human, to develop the ability to provide their own food and shelter? - and unsurprisingly enough it takes them longer as we speak.</i></div>
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<i>Do you think 1 year is enough? - go out on the quest to find a toddler that with only 1 year is able to talk fluently.</i></div>
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<i>It will only take few minutes to ask your mom how long it took you to be half as independent as you are today. </i></div>
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<i>It will be enough the day you have master that quest and the next repetition will be meaningless. How much time will it take is an irrelevant question. We've lost perspective on how long things take, because we don't see trees grow and turtles age that ever so often.</i></div>
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The question was answered, the silence was filled and the silliness released in to the void.<br />
This mere act transformed into a higher form of energy.</div>
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I smile, because I know this is the answer I tend to forget.</div>
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Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-17675497345432912572013-08-07T00:52:00.001+02:002013-08-07T00:52:33.762+02:00Learning together<div><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcB3op-vxN5P2NPhK0Wr3JgZ2JMPFyZbSAs57b2O4m1nynFv7NXC3yBuK2Av5SlhtUDfW1D7ol0hKVZmPdUd9uiWr51ocv-QIYv1MWXzkkd9RK3zr88AEQfTZTysRBDzn5mvveQ-lKtRY/s640/blogger-image-839079873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcB3op-vxN5P2NPhK0Wr3JgZ2JMPFyZbSAs57b2O4m1nynFv7NXC3yBuK2Av5SlhtUDfW1D7ol0hKVZmPdUd9uiWr51ocv-QIYv1MWXzkkd9RK3zr88AEQfTZTysRBDzn5mvveQ-lKtRY/s640/blogger-image-839079873.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Would I be protected? - the child asked<div><br></div><div>Everyday, even those you think you are not - answered the wise man.</div><div><br></div><div>If I lose my shelter, would I be covered - asked the teenager</div><div><br></div><div>You will my dear child - answer the sage woman.</div><div><br></div><div>If the worst come to my life and I can't find my way out of it, would you take me out - asked the adult</div><div><br></div><div>I can't move you from where you decide to be, but I can shine the light on you, so the path lightens up - answer the enlightened kid.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>What should I do if the ends knocks at my door when I'm not expecting it and asks if I've done all I dream of and completed all those things I've committed to - asked the old men</div><div><br></div><div>You should answer the true as there is nothing to hide, because when the end comes, there is no extra day to finish the open stories - answered the angelic baby.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>And that what's the way ancient men and women learned from each other.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>V.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-64937031779690714732013-08-04T13:32:00.001+02:002013-08-04T13:32:38.714+02:00The messenger<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I'm the messenger<br>Delivering the intangible<br>Bringing warmth with feelings<br>And feelings of warmth<br><br>I'm the messenger<br>Dropping a kiss sent from afar<br>Traveling through space and time<br>Perpetuating the moment that never occurred<br><br>I'm the messenger<br>Filling the soul with the essence of the unknown<br>Scaring the mind with uncertainty's veil<br>Delivering whispers to the closed eyes.<br><br>I'm the messanger<br>The one that connects what distance keeps apart<br>And as such, I'm here to deliver this message:<br><br>In the mist of the unknown </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I can't do for you what you ought to do</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I can't promise eternal company</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">But today, I'll give you my finest thoughts</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I'll sent my warmest hug and a tender kiss</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">And give you company even in the distance.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Tomorrow, we shall see.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">V.</span></div>Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-60435548816656601022013-07-10T00:35:00.001+02:002013-07-10T00:35:45.251+02:00The lightWhen we are asked to turn on the light, we tremble...<div><br><div><br></div><div>We tremble because we believe it might not bright enough.</div><div><br></div><div>We shake just by thinking that it could be consumed by others</div><div><br></div><div>We fear that it will only attract the bugs and it eventually become darkness</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>If we could only remember...</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>That light can't be destroy as it isn't contained anywhere</div><div><br></div><div>Even a dim light, will illuminate our path</div><div><br></div><div>And the sun shines for us, yet doesn't get consumed </div><div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>V.</div>Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-54338585909415886482013-06-14T13:27:00.000+02:002013-06-14T14:16:28.633+02:00Simple pieces of truthAs I travel around, in this particular train, that takes me through different worlds and shows me a window framed reality, I discover simple truths:<br />
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- <b>Life </b>is a beautiful experience, stained with preconception that, rather often, have no real foundation.<br />
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- A life with <b>purpose </b>is the best companion for Love, as it nourish it with joy. Yet, we tend to nourish Love with bitterness, because we forget about purpose and/or believe <b>Love </b>is a replacement<br />
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- <b>Happiness </b>is a status that can be achieved by doing what you want. But "<b>want</b>" has been banned from us since the very beginning.<br />
And still today we think "doing what you want" is a very risky statement...<br />
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<i>...and I agree! It might take you out of the routine ;)</i><br />
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- We are afraid of <b>failure</b>, but we don't realize that we are already experts, as we regularly fail to be fulfilled<br />
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- A smile, a hug, an act of <b>kindness </b>will soften even the tightest hearts... And still, sharing such things isn't a worldwide practice<br />
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- We <b>complain </b>because is the easiest option. And there is a seldom link with the fact that it is our only option and/or there is nothing we can do to change the cause of our complain.<br />
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- "This is the way <b>I am</b>" is the sentence that summarizes<br />
"I haven't invested effort/time/money on an engaged/patiently/committed manner; to understand&develop another way, so as a result of that decision I'll remain on my original way"<br />
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<i>... And I agree, the second sentence is just too long :)</i><br />
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If you read this lines to some people, soon you'll find one person that will challenge them, because there are always exceptions, and it doesn't matter if those exceptions represent 10% of the population... They still should be consider with the same weight as the more regular cases.<br />
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<b>Conclusion</b>: smile, it will take you sometime to find that 10% and ask them what resonates with them :)<br />
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<br />Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-20392782006830719652013-05-20T03:09:00.001+02:002013-05-20T03:09:46.721+02:00TransformationSometimes we believe that, what we are is all there is<div><br><div>We cling to everything we <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">previously</span> had </div></div><div><br></div><div>Unable to let go, despite the fact that it doesn't belong to us anymore.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Often, we invested so much time and effort on becoming who we are</div><div><br></div><div>That we can't believe is no longer true.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Everything around us changes, but we try to stay the same.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Deep inside us we are afraid that changes are going to take away who we are</div><div><br></div><div>We don't quite see that a tree is still a tree, even when it loses its leaves every single year.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Transformation happens all over, on our body, mind, soul and planet</div><div><br></div><div>It's a constant renewal that happens all around </div><div><br></div><div>And with every shift something comes in and something goes out.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>But we try to hold that exchange</div><div><br></div><div>Forgetting that if we don't let the roots grow we might never see the tree</div><div><br></div><div>And that the tree only become tall and robust after many winters.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>We think that holding up to our believes is what keep us being who we are</div><div><br></div><div>But who we really are?</div><div><br></div><div>Are we the leaves that die every single year </div><div><br></div><div>Or are we the tree that is growing stronger with every change.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>V.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-9243268707080363842013-02-19T00:45:00.001+01:002013-02-19T00:52:44.134+01:00We've made it, I'm hereAnd then I woke up, <br />
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I was there<br />
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In the place I've dreamed about. <br />
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The windows let the light in<br />
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My heart absorbed it and served light in return.<br />
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I was there...<br />
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Nowhere else<br />
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I smile,<br />
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We've made it<br />
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I'm here!<br />
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There is beauty on the path<br />
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But also beauty when recognising the walked distance.<br />
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We've made it, I'm here, thanks.<br />
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Catch yourself and start all over again<br />
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if you are contemplating the flower and thinking about the birds <br />
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Catch yourself and start all over again<br />
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if it doesn't make sense now<br />
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Catch yourself and start all over again<br />
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You are re-wiring your brain<br />
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The more I try to explain and understand it the less I can express what it is.<br />
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It is like a koan, with no apparent sense or meaning, yet complete and astonishing.<br />
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Is feeling fear and breaking free within it.<br />
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It is smiling from the heart in a quite challenging yoga posture. <br />
Like a yogi teacher told me once.<br />
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Enlightenment is the understanding that happens in the soul.<br />
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It is like the wind, the moment you hold onto it, it vanishes.<br />
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Is a happy heart, a fulfilled soul and a relaxed mind.<br />
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I heard all these words before, and they sounded mystical, beautiful, but far beyond reality.<br />
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But sometimes...<br />
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Just sometimes, something within me awakes to that reality, and it all simply makes sense.<br />
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It happens in a fraction of a second.<br />
During breakfast or lunch. <br />
In madness or comfort.<br />
After hundred meditative hours or after a wild party with friends.<br />
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Basically, it could happen whenever and wherever. I can't force it or create it. <br />
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All that seems to help is: foster positive thoughts, be open to myself and relax when possible - and yet, I'm not sure if all that really helps. <br />
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But rest assured that it is worthy.<br />
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Because even when you won't understand a thing about it, neither be able to express it fully...<br />
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Is in that very moment, when everything seems to make perfect sense.<br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">We are the owner of our thoughts!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">We all tend to think we are not, </span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>How can we be?</i> - we ask</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">Let me show you an example:</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>It doesn't matter how much love you show to a jealous partner, they would always question your love.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222;"><i>Because the lens they would use, is one that doubts they are worth of love...</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>But, shhh,</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>Don't dare to tell them.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>Recognizing one believes one isn't worthy is a painful moment.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">Have you ever washed away a thought?</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">Saying - <i>you know what? Forget it </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">I'm sure we all did and would do it, with plenty of thoughts.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">The question then is:</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">Why does it seem we don't own all our thoughts?</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">Simple!</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">Those that seems to be out of our reach are running in our build in highway - they go fast over the known and pre-rehearsed route, mostly before we can grasp them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">Ah! but that doesn't mean we are not the owner</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">They still are our thoughts and we can choose to have others.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">In order to grasp those, we have to develop consciousness. We need to stay alert, like in a hunting game:</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>Here it comes! </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>catch it, catch it </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>quicklyyyy</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>...</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>Oohh is gone again...</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">The more we play, the better we become. </span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">Once we catch them, as the owners, we can decide if they stay or they go.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;">We are the owner of our thoughts and have the ability to change them...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: .Helvetica NeueUI;"><i>Sorry thought, you are out of the game today</i></span><br />
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</span></span>Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-1643524989210964182012-12-02T22:35:00.002+01:002012-12-02T22:36:46.924+01:00Love letter to myselfDear me,<br />
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I write this letter to express my gratitude, apologies and congratulate me on my actions.<br />
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<b>Thanks</b>!<br />
For kindly putting up with myself<br />
on those moments when I couldn't trust my abilities,<br />
reminding me that I'm capable and helping me go through.<br />
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For listening<br />
to those reckless made up stories, that I tend to pull out,<br />
and even those crazy inconsistent thoughts that I keep bringing in and dumping out,<br />
always with an open and friendly mind set.<br />
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<b>Apologies</b>!<br />
For bringing painful situations,<br />
sometimes I think they are needed, others are simply consequence I didn't foresee.<br />
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For getting on the way<br />
of brilliant ideas, without a clear explanation.<br />
and then making up excuses - too tired, too difficult, not for me, not right, not true, etc<br />
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<b>Congratulations</b>!<br />
For moving forward on adverse time<br />
without giving up even when you could easily have done so.<br />
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For being courageous<br />
to try new things and discover new horizons,<br />
mainly on those occasion when fear and/or uncertainty are trying to take over.<br />
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Let me just close this letter with one last thought:<br />
I love myself!<br />
and if I forget about it on the way, don't worry, just read the line below.<br />
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<b>I'M A WONDERFUL AND EXTRAORDINARY BEING*!</b></div>
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V.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">* whether I believe it or not</span></i><br />
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<br />Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-53731137501467643512012-11-28T21:00:00.001+01:002012-11-28T21:00:46.421+01:00HowHow do you defeat the ego and still think you are wonderful <br />
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How do you become enlighten and don't retreat from the common world<br />
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How you resign to duality and yet follow the progress toward a better you<br />
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How do you release your material attachment and still live in wealth<br />
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How?<br />
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V.Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-58690020669911533222012-11-16T00:32:00.001+01:002012-11-16T10:27:52.439+01:00A place in timeThere is a place in time where everything happens simultaneously.<br />
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Where the distant between you and me is inexistent. When future, past and present are just one. <br />
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But today I'm in that place in time where everything is linear.<br />
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So let me tell you this:<br />
When time will move to the place where everything happens simultaneously, these lines won't exist.<br />
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V.Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-82379993392925021862012-11-14T21:46:00.000+01:002012-11-14T21:46:11.724+01:00The bubble<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Boundaries...</div>
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The blurry illusion our mind needs in order to be able to define things:</div>
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Me -you, </div>
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There - here</div>
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This - that,</div>
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Possible - impossible</div>
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We believe everything has an end:</div>
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Our skin is the ultimate layer of us</div>
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The soil ends where the sea begins</div>
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Countries finishes on their borders</div>
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But actually everything is a constant flow:</div>
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The air recognize no borders and moves freely </div>
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Underneath the sea there are undiscovered continent where a different type of live reside</div>
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We spread ourselves around on every breath - giving away pieces of our genes</div>
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Have you ever noticed that when you touch the bubble's boundary it vanishes?</div>
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Our limits are just a mere illusion that should be set to be a goal </div>
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Because once we reach them they transform</div>
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If you believe you can't - you won't be able</div>
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But if try to see if you can't, soon would you discover an ability within you</div>
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Defy them! </div>
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Over and over again </div>
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Because those limits are your bubble: once you touch it, they disappear.</div>
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V.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Image source: <a href="http://technode.com/2011/06/19/chinese-internet-bubble-burst/">http://technode.com/2011/06/19/chinese-internet-bubble-burst/</a></span></div>
Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-65230798569329600332012-10-26T07:05:00.002+02:002012-10-26T07:07:10.416+02:00When the human falls in love with the flower<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Sleep left me behind </span><br />
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With an wakefulness that was more than physical</div>
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Greedy for inspiration</div>
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Yearning in despair for some insight</div>
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What a dreadful game had sleep played with me?!</div>
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But Inspiration came</div>
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Reveling itself as a beguile mistress</div>
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Reminding me the feminine</div>
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Washing away my sorrow </div>
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Painting my world in colors</div>
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It unveiled the mystery </div>
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That mystery which surrounded my question</div>
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It explained to me the cause</div>
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And said:</div>
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<i>When the human falls in love with the flower</i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">It falls in love with its essence, its fragrance, its beauty, its freedom,</span></i></div>
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<i style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">but soon after that, the human would try to capture the </i><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><i>intangible</i></span></div>
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<i>... to fence it</i></div>
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<i>... to retain it </i></div>
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<i>And is then, when the flower loses its freedom, its beauty, its essence.</i></div>
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<i>Taking away with it the love.</i></div>
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It all sounded clear and well know</div>
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Difficult to grasp, indeed</div>
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Almost impossible to achieve...</div>
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How to let go that, what is dearest to you, without knowing if you will see it again?</div>
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V.</div>
Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-54806865437312029572012-10-19T23:44:00.001+02:002012-10-20T12:00:27.037+02:00Daily PrayerTo you, whom escapes my consciousness...<br />
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Guide me through love, even when I fear to be hurt<br />
Hold me still, when I try to escape<br />
Give me peace, when I'm kin to fight<br />
Love me, when I won't<br />
Stand by me, when I'm risking it all<br />
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...Trust me, aware that I'll fall<br />
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...Defeat me, when I think I have it all<br />
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and if all this might fail, make sure I won't stop.<br />
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V.Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-69837402402670674892012-09-05T22:55:00.001+02:002012-09-05T22:55:40.269+02:00Life as the poker gameLife is similar to a poker game<br />
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We <b>know </b>which card we hold<br />
We <b>see </b>the ones on the table<br />
We <b>assume </b>other's players card<br />
We <b>try </b>to predict the deck<br />
We <b>fear </b>to <i>lose </i>a match<br />
We <b>forget </b>we can <i>win </i>in the long run<br />
We <b>bet </b>base on gut <i>feeling </i>and induced <i>reasoning</i><br />
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No matter how strategic we are, <i>luck </i>is always a factor on the equation...<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Play!</span></i></b><br />
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It's a fun game<br />
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V.Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-54334489835961077772012-07-18T23:42:00.001+02:002012-07-18T23:44:11.469+02:00The fearful me<br />
Fear...<br />
What a funny thing<br />
It was a mechanism to make you survive in the ancient times<br />
To make you run or hide when life threatening danger will cross your path<br />
But somehow, in modern times, its precision decreased.<br />
Creating a mismatching experience between life threatening events and pure imagination threads.<br />
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Apologies if you had to meet the fearful me, well it isn't me.<br />
When fear overtakes me, my legs shake and my hearts bits faster.<br />
But the real problem is, what starts transpiring...<br />
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I suddenly lose balance, and in a desperate act of survival, I cling on anyone around me<br />
Is a pure survival instinct, that makes me forget that I will be able to go back up if I fall<br />
One must admit, that having someone clinging on you isn't exactly a pleasant experience, but I can't prevent it<br />
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I forget what I know, and all these fear's monologues get triggered; feeding each other like starving creatures.<br />
They are like bugs, multiplying quickly and developing new skills to stay around<br />
These monologues take over as much territory as they can, blurring reasoning and self confidence<br />
Usually building empty theories with false bases, pulled out from their context and mixed together<br />
But can't recognize that at this stage!<br />
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It is then when transformation happens.<br />
The reason, unable to see through, concedes control to the basic brain function<br />
Here, one goes back to basic mode, only identifying and experiencing the survival feelings<br />
Active listening is privilege and higher thought are a far away dream<br />
Fight or fly, are the only commands we get access to.<br />
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Once in a survival mode, oneself get detached and someone else take place<br />
You look like yourself, but you aren't and people often can't recognize the difference<br />
You are there pressed against the wall, thinking - well if my mind says so it has to be true - even when it isn't<br />
Of course, you will make the wrong decision - decisions need reasoning<br />
And forget about discerning the oblivious ideas that have been planted on your mind<br />
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Fear...<br />
Is the way we get reminded we are still humans walking around with hardcore features that have traveled on our gens over centuries.<br />
It let us know, that even in our little civilized world there are things that remained unchanged:<br />
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<i><b>Imagination and Reality intermingle indistinguishable on our minds... so much, that fear can't recognize the difference</b></i><br />
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V.Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-88714365106524022542012-07-08T15:53:00.001+02:002012-07-08T15:53:51.369+02:00Leap of faith<br />
I wake up everyday, some of those, completely sure of what I have gather. Some others, completely oblivious to it.<br />
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This journey is a crazy one!<br />
One day I don't clearly know where I'm standing, neither where the journey will take me. Is all completely foggy, my next steps are only few meters apart.<br />
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Other, I wake up everyday, with some feelings sticked on my soul, praying for this not to be a fool's game. Knowing what I want, thinking that is possible.<br />
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I stumble between those days...<br />
I still doubt I'm capable of grasping the meaning but I try to keep going.<br />
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This is, by far, the most unknown territory I'll ever be...<br />
I have to believe on something that I can't fully understand, wonder in areas that people refer as dangerous.<br />
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I have to move forward with new reference points. I fear my radars could fail, yet I have to trust they are good enough.<br />
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Everything could be a build up from my smart brain, it could be a perfect play. How can I know the difference? I ask myself. <br />
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No answer is given...<br />
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This is what I call a leap of faith!<br />
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Jumping into the unknown... <br />
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V.<br />
Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-28660103100523102652012-06-19T22:38:00.001+02:002012-06-19T22:39:33.224+02:00The world's travellerI didn't travel the world to find happiness, I've already had it in my pocket.<br />
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I went around to get challenged. Took every believe I had and placed it on the brightest spot. Got 'experts' to question them, rip them apart and arm new ones... It was scary, I have to admit.<br />
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I traveled the world to share my happiness. Found people that had their own, exchanged pieces and got mine to diversify. This was the most rewarding part!<br />
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I said when we started the conversation about my willing to travel.<br />
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She paused a second or two, to drop another question - and what was the outcome? <br />
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I love the fact that she manages to challenge me regularly. It feels as if I reinvent myself everyday.<br />
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The outcome? - I ask myself in loud voice - and then replied:<br />
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I managed to see my believes unfold like a blossoming flower, opening each petal to reveal yet another level.<br />
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Collected concepts of happiness, that I would have never managed to create myself. What amazing stories I heard and experienced.<br />
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Understood that there is always something that will challenge me - that's what life is all about - but every time I have an option: hide or stay. None of them is better than the other. Each will eventually unfold a gift for me if I remain present.<br />
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Happiness is a misunderstood concept, that I'm still unable to explain. It tends to happen when you experience something with your whole self and is extremely difficult to grasp.<br />
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That every road we take will lead to another extraordinary experience, We just need to remember:<br />
Difficult is extraordinary<br />
Challenging is extraordinary<br />
Sad is extraordinary<br />
Boring is a misunderstanding of extraordinary.<br />
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...Easy to say, quite difficult to remember...<br />
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Use a post it! - I said between my laughter.<br />
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She laughed with me, there was nothing serious about what I'd said. It was just us listening to the words my brain put together.<br />
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V.<br />
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Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-41595651375847102092012-06-08T10:09:00.001+02:002012-06-08T10:12:50.377+02:00Letting it goWe go through life learning many things<br />
Some of them are taught in school,<br />
Others on life's path.<br />
For the tougher ones, we get no preparation. They arrive, without us anticipating it and let us struggle.<br />
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One of those is the art of letting go...<br />
Saying goodbye isn't an easy thing, there is a bonding that will break and a nostalgy that will instantly form.<br />
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Memories that will follow us like ghostly images from the past. Images that imprinted themselves and recall moments that are dearest to us.<br />
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Nostalgy will find a place on our hearts, it will play sad tones and sing about the wonderful moments that are no more.<br />
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An instant, that intense moment when the final goodbye comes. That is the hardest part, the one we fear the most.<br />
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It is all this that prevent us from embracing change, because we know we will have to let go: people, place, objects.<br />
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Ultimately, this is why make us uncomfortable about death. Not being able to escape that form of letting go, is indeed a powerless sensation.<br />
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Let it go...<br />
Sounds easier <br />
Gets harder<br />
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V.<br />
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Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-55039161485462261092012-06-06T19:32:00.001+02:002012-06-06T23:16:44.126+02:00Ownership's sense<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When my life belongs to me<br />
I experience a sense of ownership that goes beyond words.<br />
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I'm the captain of my life!<br />
I can sail in the direction I fancy, <br />
Explore areas that were unknown before. <br />
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I'm the audience and leading actress.<br />
I'm the peasant and the queen.<br />
I'm everything and nothing at all.<br />
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It is the feeling that keeps me going:<br />
My heart bouncing with inexplicable joy, and my soul experiencing a sense of fulfilment that words can't capture. <br />
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I'm the owner!<br />
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But don't take me wrong, life not always goes the way I want. <br />
Sometimes it gets trapped in severe storm and others in windless days.<br />
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There are days when I lose all hopes... Everything seems out of place, like being stubbornly held by some mysterious hand. <br />
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It is then, when I get the chance to steer the wheel, plan again if needed...At times my only option is to stand still and wait for good winds to blow.<br />
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Even then I feel a deep sense of satisfaction, excitement and courage - I know I have the power to change the course into another adventure<br />
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V.Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-26389065519430597112012-06-03T10:50:00.001+02:002012-06-03T10:51:48.818+02:00ChallengeThere is a me<br />
There is an us<br />
There is a time and a space<br />
There is a challenge.<br />
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The challenge of embracing the waves that will hit my shore.<br />
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How do I stand when the wind blows?- was the her question<br />
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I don't stand... I shake! - was my initial thought - I shake like the leaf in the wind...<br />
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How else could I answer such question?<br />
if I'm constantly faced against my own true, if every step I make needs to be my decision. Doubts know my address and knock on my door regularly.<br />
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I shake... I tremble from the core.<br />
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With time, I have realized that this shake will produce the following changes:<br />
1.Some things won't fit me as before - I'll have to leave them behind<br />
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2. New things will arrive - I'll need to invest time understanding them <br />
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3. My reference's points will fade away - I'll have to calmly tolerate incertitude <br />
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4. My truth will expand as it weakens - I'll need to remember this.<br />
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I don't stand. I Shake. I become a new me that goes through a funnel and change on the way. <br />
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I'm like the tree at wind's mercy: It shakes with the wind. If storms come, it will bend. The tree knows it will renew. I instead fear my core will disappear. What a fool!<br />
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My answer:<br />
Shaking, while holding to my root. Failing and winning, but undoubtedly growing and trying one more time... That's how I stand. <br />
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V. Dubresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961853354883378051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187483033705227946.post-33931411108284360722012-05-24T03:41:00.000+02:002012-05-26T11:05:47.956+02:00FulfillmentMaybe I should call this fulfillment - I (sight) as we speak.
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Fulfillment? - she asks
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Yeah, some sort of fullness in your deeper self, if that will explain it better - I answer without knowing what else to say
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Ful fill ment - she says spreading each syllable away from another
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Her eyes roll to that upper corner, where memories get retrieved. A thoughtful face suddenly appears.
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I observe her, wondering what is going to come out from her soul this time.
<br>I feel like a boy on a Christmas eve, waiting to see what present is there for me.
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She notice my excitement and smiles back, like saying - it isn't Christmas and is not a gift - She blushes.
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There are mostly likely thousand of thought running through her head at the present moment, you could almost hear the engines roaring.
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After that blush, there is always that smile I love to see. It reflects kidness, sweetness and is incredibly welcoming.
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Then she sits back in her power zone, ready to aim and shot that idea that just formed in her brain.
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I still ask myself why I dedicate so much time to see her through. I might be an idiotic nonsense kind of guy!
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But even if I tried not to, it seems impossible! Is like a clear language spoken to me through all my channels. Trust me - no one can resist that!
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Anyway, going back to the story...
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I believe I might understand what you say - she says with a steady voice.
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You mean, that kind of moments when joy overflows you. When it basically transform into a whole body experience - the words were coming out as she she closed her eyes
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Something like feeling connected with bigger thing, like a subtle link that connects you to the universe and only for fractions of seconds you become fully aware of it - she says while trying to express with her body that it is an exquisite'
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I hear, but don't show sign of agreement. This is my recurring story - I have no words to express what she just provoked upon me one more time
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Overflow she says, overflow is what I feel with those words. With this contempted desire that seems not to have space to be fulfilled.
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I smile and stay in silence. As a signal of surrender - hoping she understand if
<br>No more talk for today my brain says, I have been overwhelmed by something I can't understand.
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