Self and Beyond

05/05/2024

Khalil Gibran on Fear....

It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.
Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.
The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean.

~ Khalil Gibran

12/04/2024

Stop, listen, and expand your world…

30/08/2023

Beautiful poem by Mário de Andrade (Sao Paulo 1893 - 1945) Poet, novelist, essayist and musicologist. One of the founders of Brazilian modernism

MY SOUL IS IN A HURRY

I counted my years and discovered that I now have less time left to live than I had lived until now.
I feel like the kid who won a pack of candy; He ate the first few with pleasure, but when he realized there were few left, he began to savor them deeply.
I don't have time for endless meetings where we discuss bylaws, rules, procedures and internal regulations, knowing that nothing will happen.
I no longer have time to put up with absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up.
My time is short to discuss titles. I want the essential, my soul is in a hurry...

Without many sweets in the package...

I want to live next to human people, very human. Who know how to laugh at their mistakes, who are not vain of their triumphs. People who don't consider themselves elected before their time, people who don't try to escape their responsibilities. I am looking for people who defend human dignity, people who only want to walk on the side of truth and honesty.
The essential is what makes life worth living.
I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch people's hearts...
People who have learned from the hard knocks of life to grow up with soft touches in their soul Yes..., I am in a hurry..., I am in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.
I intend not to waste any of the candy I have left... I am sure they will be more exquisite than the ones I have eaten so far.
My goal is to arrive at the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and with my conscience.
We have two lives and the second one starts when you realize that you have only one 💕

29/08/2023

Whatever we suppress or deny and attempt to keep out of our conscious awareness, will show up somewhere, somehow....

25/08/2023

I've often heard people declare they can't meditate, journal etc., and this is a good response.... there is more than one way for a spiritual practice, and YOU get to choose which one works best for you!

22/08/2023

Forgiving our parents is the key to freeing our minds from anger, resentment, and any negative emotions that have clouded our understanding of where we fit into this world....

19/08/2023

One of the many benefits of growing older is the freedom to be authentic & true to yourself, without worrying about anyone else’s opinion. That’s true freedom… let that be your goal.

If you want to be a s*xually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag.
Thats right.
The crone. The ancient old woman. The hag.
The crone archetype is an aspect of the feminine not exactly associated with s*xuality.
Women groom themselves to be girls. The younger the better.
Paint those lips and blush those cheeks like you are wet and ripe for impregnation.
Make them believe you are in perpetual ovulation.
Make them hard. Make them desire.
Get that face lift. Suck in that belly.
Guess what.
The crone doesn't give a F
And that is her power.
She embraces her spider lines and swinging, sagginesss.
After all, this is what life does to the body of a woman...eventually!
Does that make you uncomfortable? Would you rather not see?
Her secret threatens to corrupt you.
She can make you wild.
She can reveal to you your power.
Your volcanic senseless holy
Once she opens her mouth, the jig is up.
They tell you she is crazy.
Dangerous because she has broken out of that jail cell you call restrictions.
How would you have s*x if you didn't give a F about how pretty you look?
Or how flat your stomach is?
The crone is not an object of desire.
She is free to claim her own desire.
In a world that praises women for being objects of desire.
Where the more lust you can seduce the more value you possess, the crone is laughing with that cackle that only women of power have.
She does not possess the enchanting beauty of the maiden or the fertile reproductive juices of the mother.
She no longer bleeds. She no longer bares children.
Her s*x no longer waxes and wanes with the moon, gaining and draining energy with each passing tide.
She is full.
The portal to her blood has been sealed.
She is drinking in the nectar. She is bathing in its luminous darkness.
Her s*x is a diamond pressed and polished by years of experience and wisdom.
She has passed through all the phases of initiation as a woman.
That heavy web of social conditions all feminine creatures are baptized into.
She is unraveling herself from these webs.
She has liberated her s*x from all their stories.
She is making it to the other side.
Freeing herself.

🪶: Maya Luna

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15/11/2022

Freedom comes when you love yourself enough not to be concerned about another person's opinion of you.....they are only seeing you through the lens of their perception.