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My soul went for a walk

Confusion takes my mind
My hearth shrinks on pain
I try to fight and survive
But my spirit is not the same
It hurts deep inside
Intrinsically connected with me
And I don’t understand why
This pain is always here

Does it have a reason?
What can I learn from that?
It is a sign from spirit
Or my soul falling on death

I wish to make it past
Dissolve this burden away
But every time I think I got there
Pain comes back and stay

And so I fall again
Knowing I have no strength
Against this power of life
That manifest itself as pain

I see nothing I can do
No action I can take
And so I close my eyes
And imagine I’m far away

Hoping to make it true
Only scape to survive
The suffering that eats my mood
And takes over my mind

Waiting for the cycle to pass
And the sun to raise on the sky
So I can look at the beautiful things
That fill the human life

And while that doesn’t happen
I will patiently wait
Trying to keep the balance
On my hearth and brain

So if you see me sadly
Watching days pass by
Please look with compassion
Don’t think I gave up on life

Remember an honest smile
That gently draws on my face
The hope for another day of trials
And for consciousness to come and stay

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Fading summer

I watch summer fading away
Leaving memories that stay
Of dreamy days at the beach
Feeling the world on my feet
No thinking comes into my mind
The wind comes and makes me fly
To other worlds inside this one
Magic happens through the sun

Lights shining and life spinning
No more mind but intense feeling
Secret to happiness
Words cannot describe
Paradise is right here
Looking at the inside

Traveling through vibrations
Colors multiply
There as as many dimensions
As your imagination can find

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Words

Reflecting on these past months my memories are a mix of feelings and words. I remember having blissful discussions, I remember many times being drawn back into the present moment by some interesting conversations and a combination of lexis that helped me connect to the vast space inside.

I can’t quite recall what terms where being used or what was the initial subject of these dialogues, but the feeling of that moment of glimpse when sentences instantly make sense and nothing else can be added into it than a deep sense of comprehension.

It cannot be explained. Yet, I know what you mean.

Words are a powerful tool. And trying to use them wisely is a challenge. I know that the best words come out of my mouth when I just accept them the moment they come into my mind and speak it out. The thinking of “how should I say that?” often leads to miscommunication and misinterpretation. I keep clear thoughts, and with that, I say clear words. But if my mind is busy judging the thinking before the speaking usually the message won’t get there the way it should. Communication is about honesty.

The feeling of speaking out what you think is very freeing and the exposition that comes out of it provides you with very interesting experiences. I’ve been trying my best to get into a silence point before speaking every sentence. I listen to what had been said and try to not create thinking into it, and in that moment between the other person stopped speaking and the wait for my answer I try to keep a clear state of mind and a strong presence on body. And then I let words come out. Unexpectedly, once my mouth is open and sounds come out of it the reasoning keeps developing mostly smoothly, with once sentence completing the other and connecting to a new point of view. If you know me, you’ll probably notice when that happens and I start speaking an unbelievable amount of sentences per minute. They nicknamed me ‘parrot’ at school on grade 2.

While I’m definitely a talker I admit that speaking has made me scare so many times before. The expectation of what I’m supposed to say, the expectation of the way that’ll be interpreted and the need to keep a conversation so it doesn’t fall into that silence considered so terrible and embarrassing between two or more people. By letting go of the fear and being honest with myself and the things that happen inside I learn how to use our words spontaneously, even if that means revealing a perception inside that will make me more vulnerable when faced with other people. And I also noticed that by being honest people open themselves more to whatever they hear. Nothing needs to be said in an aggressive way, instead, words are seen as just observations of the feelings inside each one of us. As different and peculiar they might seem, they are there to support our growing and understanding of life.

I truly believe words are not necessary for communication once we live our 100% full mind-body potential. But since they are so essential in our world now, using them with a strong sense of presence can be as exiting as having the realization of the formless itself through silence.

I started recording on my cellphone some moments when I feel the talking is leading to a beautiful way. When a strong connection is being made between the undefined feeling and the definition that is now being made of it through our verbal realm. Sometimes I think I’m going crazy, but listening to it later on bring me back to the same state I was while having the talking. Maybe these words should be listened more than once.

Anything that brings me back to the present moment is a useful sign that this state is always here. It can be achieved through meditating, through looking at a flower, or through interacting with the world and using the rational definition for it. Which means, words. It’s like listening to a song with happy lyrics and feeling as if you were flying somewhere over the rainbow with it. And the rainbow is always there, the song can always be heard again.

Words are gates. And after fearing so much where they would take me, I’m grateful for them now.

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*If you were brave enough to stick with me through all this word craziness and is wandering where Compassion is I’ll tell you what: I wrote three posts on it. Yes, three. And still I feel like none of them is close to what could be said about compassion. Oh words, you tricky little things. Maybe that’s too much thinking involved?! Probably. So letting the thinking aside for a minute and focusing on actually experiencing it again. Maybe the gates will open, who knows?!

Nothing else to be said. Stay in love,

Caroline 🙂

Wandering

What is life I wonder
Who can define
Is it a feeling from the body
Or an illusion of the mind

How do I discover
The deeper truths
Travelling in wander
Is the way to move

How am I supposed to live
Contained in a tiny body
When my spirit is free
And my soul is on fire

What words will lead us
To the formless state
Where everything is bright and simple
And pain fades away

For how much longer
Will the human race suffer
For not being in the present moment
And let emotions take over

All useless questions
I am afraid to say
For we don’t need to take action
To connect with our purest state
A moment of attention
A gap from thoughts
And with the right intention
Mind will fall apart
Connect to the feeling
To the sensation inside
For it can be revealing
And show you how to die
Die from things that don’t really matter
Show your infinite space
It’s as simples as an arrow
That cuts the air straight

Eyes closed but there’s still vision
The eternal sacred light
You’re not only an individual
But the whole universe being defined.

Listening

My intention with this post is to listen to what my heart has to tell me. I think we’ve all been there, so occupied with our minds, the talking that never stops, that is so hard to get to a silent point and listen to what is really important, what is inside.

So, what is inside?

Inside there’s an infinite space. A space where everything can become real. And every emotion can be accepted and dealt with. A space of stillness and reassurance. A space of creation.

I believe we are the creators of our outside. We create our universe on the inside and watch it become real on the outside. Or on what we believe as being the outside. We create every little detail of our experience on that infinite space, where anything is possible. We create it by thinking it; by worrying about it; by defining it with concepts we accepted to ourselves. And then we materialize it and perceived it through our minds and body.

And call it life.

So, if we are creating our lives, every little detail, why aren’t we all creating the perfect, fulfilling life we all wish for?

Because we don’t listen. We don’t know what we really want anymore. We get so attached to that thinking, that very-well-defined concept we have about ourselves that we have absolutely no idea of what is really important, we pay no attention to the inside.

We say “I’m like this.” “I’m like that.” “And that will never change! It’s how I am.”

Is it? Is it how we really are or is it how we believe to be? And on that “believing”, isn’t any space to change it? Isn’t there other possibilities?

I see many. So many that I can’t put it in words. Can the space,the formless be really explained? I don’t think so. But it can be felt. In many different and amazing ways. I’ve been feeling it in ways I can’t conceive. Or maybe, I can’t think of. But I can feel, and I can try to listen. And then maybe words will come to show me the access point to that state. 

My weeks have been very interesting. They roll in cyclic, smooth ways. Every new week I feel an emotion taking over. And that emotion sticks with me during my days and explain itself in clever situations. And yet, I haven’t stopped to really listen to what that has to say. To me, or to others.

So now I’ll stop and talk about the different and holly emotions that have been taking me over. And i’ll listen to what the inside has to tell me about it. And write it here.

The first feeling I’ll write about is compassion. And the need we have to find our purpose in life. If anybody read until here, congratulations! And if you’ve identified yourself with what I’ve written I’ll ask you to stick with me. Human force has power. And maybe we’ll inspire each other to every moment, more and more, listen to the inside.

I know you’re beautiful, whoever you are.

See you in compassion.

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