In English
In my meditations, sometimes I sneak into the warmth of souls, like a curious and joyful child to reap herself in verses in the fields of an inaudible singing — shy Light in its yearning to experience its love and exist. In this poetic daring of mine, wouldn't galaxies, stars, beings, particles, elementals, souls and… Continue reading The Naive Metaphysics of a Kiss
Everything seemed vague when that spiral image formed timidly in my eyes. “It looks like Nautilus”, I thought. And it was indeed, its shell. And that little creature from the seas has become a friendly company ever since, lurking in my mind, inviting me to reflect, yearning for light. When I rest in my heart… Continue reading My Little Master Called Nautilus
Last May, I started a simple process of free writing, like channeling, preceded by a brief meditation. So, some messages have come to me, like this one: “Maybe the look you are looking for is in the inner look, in the body that expands and contracts in waves. The gaze that opens and closes without… Continue reading The Creation
A kite. A simple kite. Maybe I will learn to make a kite. Maybe I learn from a child how to make a kite. Maybe we draw and paint in the kite what only it and the birds see from above, from the sky. Perhaps we will write a request or a wish, a hope,… Continue reading A Kite
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