In a Drop of Water...

In a drop of water, there is an ocean.

In a grain of sand, a mountain.

In a tear, a thousand feelings.

In a smile, a thousand thanks.

In the silence, everything that a word can say.
Many mysteries, many paradoxes.

Life starts to be lived by following the virtues.

The Real Celebration of Art.

We understand Art as a force that promotes energy, vitality and dynamism since it contains beauty, nobility, seduction in its exterior characteristic.

When we have the opportunity of living in harmony with the universe is because we have understood the meaning of Art, which is made clear as the closest perfect harmony between the external and internal. We, then, posses a vital good; and nature, fantasy, dreams, illusions and happiness turn into a real celebration.

Art is energy because evokes the wished for equilibrium between all the worlds and universes, the feeling, the thoughts, and the happy, living, sensations.

Art invites, is generous and shares. It gives its best and the natural answer is happiness.

There is so much to do, to Be.

With a grain of sand in my hand, I will embrace a mountain. With a drop of salt water, I will sail the seven seas. And in a moment's time, I will travel by the sky. There is so much to do! There is so much to Be! Life is a gift of Love inviting us to Love.

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Spiritual Love

Wisdom is the experience applied with the gift of discernment, and sometimes, in order to be able to understand the spiritual subjects, is necessary to become lost in thought, while other times, is not necessary, since they are in front of us and the only thing that we must do, is to be alert and wide-awake.

But man needs something more than to see, something more than to feel and something more than to know, because it can only be real, what is carried deeply internally and this depth can only be found in a cultivated life and in giving respect and devotion to Spiritual Love.

Melancholy. Inspirational. Reflection

I saw a beautiful forest full of fruits, flowers, milk and honey, while walking by the path. And I felt hungry and wanted to try that orchard. But I found strong and violent guards and unfortunately I could not enter. The names of those guards are deceive, dishonor, disloyalty. They were strong and they hurt me while I was simply saying to them : " The fact is that I am thirsty, hungry and I need to Love and be Loved." And with a mocking laugh they told me :
" Love here does not exist, nobody knows what is Love, nobody believes in Love. Everything is a lie." In this way they made me withdraw.
I still feel that I want to be in that field but those guards are strong and hostile and ready to kill with their weapons. I feel the urge to return but the way is not that safe, therefore I feel the incongruous mixture of desire and simultaneously, the ghost of the loneliness.
I want, some day, to be able to touch the doors of heaven and I want that day to happen. My nostalgia has turned into desire, passion but also into darkness. What can I do since I want to enter that orchard and with my lips I want to kiss that pure ground, to place my heart and my arms there and to never leave.
I know that the way exists but the field is closed by those of death, fright, horror and dark hypocrisy.

Reflection

If there were two persons living on earth, one living in a hemisphere and the other in the other hemisphere and they both knew that both were in the same earth, then, they should see everything equally.

But one would say " Good morning " and the other would say " Good night "
One would say " It is hot " and the other would say " I am cold " And if they were walking, one would approach the mountain and the other would move away from it.

These irremediable mysteries and paradoxes tell us that there will always be differences, that the reasons are relative and that it is better to judge the heart, the thought.