I am a ball of Fire
A burning Light,
Setting the World ablaze
With my very Being the World that I burn!
I am a burning sphere of Life
Dreaming itself to be on Fire,
Dreaming the Light, the burning
And Life itself!
Vibrating into ecstasy,
Spinning round and round
At the speed of Light,
Taking off into the space up high.
I see the other Lights,
The other Fires
Burning inside their eyes
(what a glorious sight)!
To set them all ablaze
With a similar Fire to mine!
With their own Fire that burns inside,
If only they let it Shine.
terça-feira, agosto 26, 2014
sexta-feira, agosto 08, 2014
Palavras
Abriu-se a torneira das palavras
e elas jorraram assim, como quem encontra um leito
como quem corresse só pelo prazer de ser rio
E saíram todas assim, em estrangeiro
porque é como se sentem mesmo
neste corpo e nesta mente
alienígenas
estranhas
límpidas
e elas jorraram assim, como quem encontra um leito
como quem corresse só pelo prazer de ser rio
E saíram todas assim, em estrangeiro
porque é como se sentem mesmo
neste corpo e nesta mente
alienígenas
estranhas
límpidas
S.B.
I speed up away from life,
Faster, straight into life again,
Carried by life itself.
Flying on the wings of time,
Holding on to its fire;
Your flaming lips, flowing spine,
Your fading smells and taste,
And your skin beneath mine!
Fleeing images in my memory,
Of your desire.
All the words the body doesn't know
And speak louder than the mind;
An unknown language to the ears,
Only for the heart to decipher.
And the soul to find.
Your eyes and smile, shining bright,
Unlocking the fire in mine
And bursting into fireworks
Of light.
Faster, straight into life again,
Carried by life itself.
Flying on the wings of time,
Holding on to its fire;
Your flaming lips, flowing spine,
Your fading smells and taste,
And your skin beneath mine!
Fleeing images in my memory,
Of your desire.
All the words the body doesn't know
And speak louder than the mind;
An unknown language to the ears,
Only for the heart to decipher.
And the soul to find.
Your eyes and smile, shining bright,
Unlocking the fire in mine
And bursting into fireworks
Of light.
Writings on real surrealism and (very mild) madness - IV
Unicorns
Words, they don't convey.
They are simply the best available second-hand translation of reality.
They are fantastic and they don't really exist - which means they do!
Just like the unicorns!
Words, they don't convey.
They are simply the best available second-hand translation of reality.
They are fantastic and they don't really exist - which means they do!
Just like the unicorns!
Writings on real surrealism and (very mild) madness - III
Everybody / No one
Everybody dies - because every body stops functioning in time and space.
No one dies - because one just is. One is all and nothing, one is beyond time and space. Dying is not a concept that applies to the realm of One or No one.
Everybody dies - because every body stops functioning in time and space.
No one dies - because one just is. One is all and nothing, one is beyond time and space. Dying is not a concept that applies to the realm of One or No one.
Writings on real surrealism and (very mild) madness - II
Me & the tree
The tree is one
It's madness to separate the leaves from the trunk, and that from the branches, and those from the roots!
There is just no distinction, no frontier! They are - it is - one.
All of that and the ground bellow, after a second - all one (still)!
And the air and the sky above... they are also one, undissociated, whole.
So me, laying there under and above all of this oneness;
I am the tree and the sky.
Beyond any possible reasonable doubt.
The tree is one
It's madness to separate the leaves from the trunk, and that from the branches, and those from the roots!
There is just no distinction, no frontier! They are - it is - one.
All of that and the ground bellow, after a second - all one (still)!
And the air and the sky above... they are also one, undissociated, whole.
So me, laying there under and above all of this oneness;
I am the tree and the sky.
Beyond any possible reasonable doubt.
Writings on real surrealism and (very mild) madness - I
Human (nature)
A bunch of crazy people
doing a bunch of crazy stuff
all believing it's the most important stuff to be done
and they are the most important creatures doing it.
So, who's the craziest?
The "serious ones"?
Or the ones the "serious ones" call crazy?
Guess it depends from which end you look at it - reality or imagination, and who can tell which one is which anyway?
A bunch of crazy people
doing a bunch of crazy stuff
all believing it's the most important stuff to be done
and they are the most important creatures doing it.
So, who's the craziest?
The "serious ones"?
Or the ones the "serious ones" call crazy?
Guess it depends from which end you look at it - reality or imagination, and who can tell which one is which anyway?
Let go
Let go of knowing
Let go of feeling
Let go of hurting
Let go of rejoicing
Let go of loving
Let go of controlling
Let go of planning
Let go of understanding
Let go of thinking
Let go of everything
And by letting go, then suddenly, in a flash, clearer than the clearest light, get, instantly, everything:
Know
Feel
Hurt
Rejoice
Love
Control
Plan
Understand
Think
Everything
Let go of feeling
Let go of hurting
Let go of rejoicing
Let go of loving
Let go of controlling
Let go of planning
Let go of understanding
Let go of thinking
Let go of everything
And by letting go, then suddenly, in a flash, clearer than the clearest light, get, instantly, everything:
Know
Feel
Hurt
Rejoice
Love
Control
Plan
Understand
Think
Everything
My feet are moving my body around
My head is halfway here, over my feet,
Halfway wandering off, unrestrained.
Time-space gained an existence of its own,
I look, I just look and let it be
And it is just perfectly fine as it is.
It doesn't need me.
I look and wave a friendly smile of thankfulness,
Time-space waves back
And understands
That I don't need it that much either.
Together, side by side, as good old friends,
We look outside and contemplate
The supreme bliss of quietness.
A recently discovered kind of nothing,
Full of everything.
Whole, complete, still
And vibrant, full of Love.
Together we are.
Here
Now
My head is halfway here, over my feet,
Halfway wandering off, unrestrained.
Time-space gained an existence of its own,
I look, I just look and let it be
And it is just perfectly fine as it is.
It doesn't need me.
I look and wave a friendly smile of thankfulness,
Time-space waves back
And understands
That I don't need it that much either.
Together, side by side, as good old friends,
We look outside and contemplate
The supreme bliss of quietness.
A recently discovered kind of nothing,
Full of everything.
Whole, complete, still
And vibrant, full of Love.
Together we are.
Here
Now
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