Friday, August 28, 2009

Getting to know

If I understand
Everything that happens
Anything that happens
Will be dealt with

I have seen
Same situations
different people
different responses
different outcomes

It has much to do
With how much of that drive

One is willing to give
In embracing one’s cause

There’s a thing called dislike,
Or unpleasantness

How we react to these moments
Mirrors one’s character

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Between whip cream and battery acid

Life is a game
We’re all set to play
Playing it right
Hymns nice days to come

Trails intertwine
Multiply to leads so many
Starting points and finish lines
One and the same

It’s what we do in between
That gives our being its flavorings


Walking down a street
Here goes all the way
So it’s the street that moves
Upon my feet I stay

Watching hours flick
Presently doing so
Even when I think
Of what happened awhile ago

And in the flow
I know of nothing standing still
Energy is will

Sunday, August 23, 2009

As one leads into the other

Angst is a drive
Only felt as angst
In lack of comprehension
Till’ it smiles to joyful bliss

Art’s greatest lesson:
What would be of music,
If consonance streamed
All the way?

I Do it for What it is

As I came to know
The true value of anything
Is the value we give it

And we should love what is given
Call it our own
Anything we do
Be as good as what it means to us
So I cherish the love

Life is beauty
Life is also a number
It sings poetry though its roots are unpoetic

Poetry is mazy
But it’s the best way of showing
That we are fully
I dig my roots in me
All is truly one

It parts itself
So distinctions interact
And interaction is in essence creation

Causality uncaused
Spinning in its means
So I spin along with it

Friday, August 21, 2009

Tanto quanto é / As much as what is

Pensar não vale mais
Do que tudo que a gente faz
Todo dia

Mesmo assim a gente faz
Um bocado de coisa
Todo dia

Thinking is not worth more
Than all that we do

Still we do
So many things

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Lightening up

Upon dying I remerged to smile and be light-hearted at things I once took for dread. After being stripped away of all, I came to know the value of my surroundings, and that the gentleness of a smile, a good-day, the breeze in the early morning, are all priceless in effect. This is the meaning of happiness, I’m free to be, like a bird in the wind, a whale in the open sea. So that my darkest hour, has been my greatest light, and after merging with the meaning of angst, I realize its power to transmute and create peace, harmony and true surrender in questing a beautiful, meaningful living. To give each one our best, acting when action i called upon, giving in when there's little to be done, staying true to ourselves and to those we hold dear. The treasures in our hearts are beyond the tags of names, its depth is standing still to the sight of hurricanes. One thinks one would never follow through, till' it's gone and all's made new. The shine of days is open in chance, waiting our approval, our role to play.

They say angst’s the
Root of all

It is.

Question is: love it or wish it
weren’t so?

Of course no,

We are tiny to the scheme
Let be it to where it takes us

Beethoven wrote great things
So can angst peace to love

Friday, August 14, 2009

At Dusk till Dawn / Ao anoitecer até o amanhecer

So sing along to what known song
Whispers shout then silence days
Till fire stirs a snore
He dreams of loving all
And sets apart the maze
So mirrors clearer ways
I paths of great findings
These eyes surpass the sight
Say hold on to your boat
When facing stumbling storm

Love, pumps and fuels today

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Untraced / Intraçado

Sings and spoons and life we be
The wood of a tree,
made soft by leaves.
made tender by air,
made love by light
and floats to bang in all directions

I am source
I do not know
The sprout of all my deeds
Let only we be
Sourceless in all

Cantos e colheres e vida eu sou
a madeira de uma árvore
amaciada por suas folhas
envolvidas pelo ar
feito amor pela luz
que levita a explodir em todas as direções

Eu sou fonte
Eu não sei
O salto dos meus fazeres
Somente que somos
Incausado em tudo


Monday, August 10, 2009

Portrait of a giver \ Retrato do que doa

so one should trust what follows / então um deva confiar no que segue adiante

Thursday, August 6, 2009

The Wonder of Birds (by Clare)

My friend Danielle pointed out this little hummingbird to me over the weekend while we were walking along the Marina. I would have missed it otherwise. Luckily I had my camera and the little guy sat long enough for me to take its picture.
The next day I saw an enormous vulture warming its out-stretched wings in the morning sun, while it sat on top of a telephone pole. Both birds touched my soul. Hummingbirds are like delightful little fairies, bringing happiness and good luck. Vultures are nature's undertakers, solemn in their dark, feathery suits. They transform death into new life, into new beginnings. I bow deeply to both birds.


Wednesday, August 5, 2009

º Curvlines

As a ring touches all ends
Direction is at bay
Feels that we be kind

Spinning fusions in surprise
So then I close my eyes
See the ring’s my pupil’s sight

A mouth’s hole to oblivion
Am I mirror, input or
Have I spun this to me all along?

Sunday, August 2, 2009

In our own way

I wanted to be great like Mozart
What should I think about that?
When I was in kindergarten
We were told you could be anything
You could be an astronaut
You could be the president
Now I want to be great like Mozart
And part of me is afraid
For having such high ambitions
Like if it were a mortal sin
To want to be as great as Mozart

(Written in 2007)