Love that frees. Think outside the Box.

The Laughing Heart

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
―
Charles Bukowski

Tripping over Joy

"What is the difference
Between your experience of Existence
And that of a saint?

The saint knows
That the spiritual path
Is a sublime chess game with God

And that the Beloved
Has just made such a Fantastic Move

That the saint is now continually
Tripping over Joy
And bursting out in Laughter
And saying, “I Surrender!”

Whereas, my dear,
I am afraid you still think
You have a thousand serious moves.”
~

Hafiz

The World is kinda like this, isn't it?

Sweet selfies and NYPD officers buying boots to homeless's people, but then troops are send to Kiev, or Syria, kids are kidnapped or left to die. The number of victims everyday is countless... how many poor (meaning: nothing to eat, no shelter)??? How many cancer patients??? But also, how many people traveling and posting pictures? How many cool stuff invented! How much luxury resorts are created and the craziest things rich people do...  Yeah, the World has become this crazy sweet serial killer, that we care but are afraid of.

"Forget about enlightenment.
Sit down wherever you are and listen to the wind that is singing in your veins.
Feel the love, the longing, and the fear in your bones.
Open your heart to who you are,
right now,
not who you would like to be.
Not the saint you’re striving to become.
But the being right here before you,
inside you, around you.
All of you is holy.
You’re already more and less than whatever you can know.
Breathe out, look in, let go.”
_
John Welwood





“Everywhere I look I see myself. There I go: that bald man, this angry child, that fearful cat, that cool stone, that bubbling brook, that worm struggling for its life, that bird desperate to feed her hungry babies, that one trapped in his rage, this one anxious but fearful of finding out why. Hardly strangers! Empathy is the life of the soul, I think, because the soul that allows us to see the one in the other is the soul that finds joy.”
—
Claudia Michele

World's Toughest Job ... but totally worth it

Ask WHY

... Awake

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day
And choose the sign of your day,
The day's divinity.
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach
And a cool jeweled moon.
Couples naked race down
By its quiet side,
And we laugh like
Soft mad children
Smug in the wooly
Cotton brains of infancy.

The music and voices
Are all around us.

Choose they croon
The ancient ones,
The time has come again.
Choose now they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest.
Enter the hot dream
Come with us.
Everything is broken up
And dances.

Indians scattered on
Dawn's highway bleeding,
Ghosts crowd the young child's
Fragile egg-shell mind.

_
The Doors

Conhecem aquela história que fala de uma menina de cor diferente com ideias ainda mais diferentes, cujo o nome agora me esqueço, mas que na altura era o nome mais ouvido em todas as ruas, escadas, elevadores (acho que ainda não existiam elevadores). Era uma menina de voz grande. Voz grande e sorriso ainda maior. Cantava sonhos de princesas que viviam em cidades distantes. Princesas modernas que procuravam o vestido mais côr-de-rosa de todos, o sapatinho de cristal mais brilhante de todos e claro, o princípe mais amigo de todos. Ela não era princesa pois tinha uma cor diferente, mas como cantava tão bem e tinha ideias engraçadas que faziam sorrir toda a gente, acabou por viajar muito. Em cada viagem ia conhecendo os sonhos das princesas e principes de todo o mundo e depois juntava às suas canções as histórias que ouvia. Foi então um dia que ao cantar mais uma vez, chegou ao coração de todos a que ouviam. De repente todos os olhos se viravam uns para os outros exclamando, mas esse é exactamente o meu sonho! E o meu! e também o meu! Desde as mais pequeninas princesas aos princípes gigantes, chegava a história da menina de cor diferente que cantava os sonhos de todos, mesmo os de quem ainda não sabia o que era sonhar. Será que ainda hoje ela seria capaz de cantar os sonhos dos outros? Agora já se descobriu que era magia afinal, uma magia bem simples por sinal, mas que ninguém conhecia. Experimenta pôr a tua musica preferida em alto som, e vê como adivinha os teus sonhos ou cria novos sonhos na tua cabeça... Ah, lembrei-me do nome dessa menina: Nina Simone... "Here comes the Sun..."

In pursuit of Happiness - 1# Love

Can we want what we already have?

We want anchoring feelings, like comfort, security, stability, but we need to sail away too, we want adventure, thrill, stimuli, and all from one person, one person only.

Love = Have / Closeness Vs Desire = Want / Space

When do you feel more drawn to your partner? “When she is way, when we’re apart, when we get together again” or “when I see him/ her at her studio, at a stage, when she/he is confident” …

So, needing is the most anti-afrodisiac emotion! Freedom of expression is the “pau de cabinda”.

Animals have sex, but humans are the only ones who can have sexual fantasies, and the power to induce sexuality in our minds. We can be poets of sex.

What sustains desire? When do you feel turned on?
If you’re sad, if you feel low self-esteem, can you be turned on? Nop…
Desire comes with selfishness…
Reconnection with the better version ourselves. When we feel confident, when we think we look nice, when we’re happy in our jobs, with our family and friends

The erotic mind is not politically correct. It’s curious, it’s deviant, it’s playful.

How can we enjoy pleasure with the person we choose to share our life with?
Respect each other space, mental space, each one fantasies, remember that for play begins not 5 minutes before sex, but right after the last orgasm. An erotic relationship is a committed one, is focused on pleasure, it’s premeditated. An erotic couple makes plans and surprises to each other. Both feed their fantasies and a have the same desire of creating a playful/erotic life. Both have to be committed in that.

We say we care... but do we?

The only rule is Freedom...

Obrigada

Obrigada Deus pela vida. Há tanto momento e tanta gente que me deu alegria e amor. Obrigada Deus por continuares a dar-me oportunidades, mesmo depois de fazer tantos erros, mesmo depois de ter traído aquilo em que acredito. Olho para o Mundo que é perfeito e vejo pedaços de ti por todo lado. À coisas muito tristes e injustas. À pensamentos horrorosos e maldade. Mas no mesmo espaço e momento, há amor, há carinho e sonhos de bondade. Cada pessoa, cada ser, tem dentro de si um potencial imenso para criar mais vida. É costume o medo roubar isso. O medo consome luz e deixa-nos na escuridão. Mas ainda assim, quando já não sabemos que mais fazer, quando o fazer parece pior que o estar quieto, vem uma mão que se estende. Nesse momento as lágrimas caiem e redescobrimos a nossa origem. Obrigada Deus.

More on LIFE

The man who believed more than others

I didn’t know much about this person, as I don’t know much about so many things, but just like another random event I’ve come to know about his death.

Usually that is such a sensitive and sad moment that, I think as most people do, I prefer to be silent about it, and just choose to feel death from within. But, as sometimes happens, it’s when someone goes away that you get to know them better. You see beyond daily life’s prejudice and watch that person’s own beliefs reflected in the Life they’ve lived.

I’ve watched the news about this man’s death and was inspired by his Life, and how it continues to inspire others. Whatever mistakes or wrong assumptions he has made in his Life, one thing was permanent and consistent: the power of believing. That’s what makes our Life worth sharing. Consistency in what you believe.

So, in a sad moment like this, we should ask ourselves, in what do I believe? It’s not too late to refocus on what you consider important. It’s not too late to turn around and shift direction, but it can be too late if you don’t believe in anything.

I think that not believing might be considered an illness, for not believing means not having any assumptions, no ideas, no connections. We need to believe, it’s in our core soul/mind/survival system.

But here's the trick about our beliefs. We don’t all believe in the same things, and many of the things we believe are considered by others as silly, as impossible our childish. And that’s when so many of us decide to stop believing in our intimate thoughts to believe in someone else’s beliefs.

There’re some basic rules we can follow that allow us to keep believing in our own ideas without harming others, and the only person who needs proof about your beliefs is yourself.

The first rule is freedom: we’re all born free. Second: your actions should never hurt or kill another human being. Third: this world is not ours, so we have to take care and respect nature. Basically it’s this. There is a lot more to be said here, but for that just read the The Universal Human Rights Declaration.

If we all followed these simple rules, everyone could have the chance to live a Life they believed in. And when a human dreams and believes in his dream, wonderful things can happen.

What are your beliefs? Don’t stop believing...