Several weeks ago, a pest attacked the rose bushes in my garden. The sap-sucking bugs nearly killed the plants. These lost all their leaves and did not flower for a while. Thankfully, my Constant Gardener (Jardinero Fiel) eliminated the pest. Leaves started to bud soon after, and in the last week magenta and yellow roses … Continue reading Rumi: All These Buds Will Blossom
When I am wordless, I read Rumi's poetry. It speaks to my heart and soul. As I feel my speechlessness in the tropical night, I come upon his poem "Clouds": ...What we sayis a caravan bell, clouds moving across.Traveler, don't try to decide where to stop.(...)Stay light on your feet and keep moving.Speak any language, … Continue reading Rumi: Speak with Love
Caen las hojas secas sobre el cauce del río vivo. Fotos: Hojas secas flotan en un igapó del río Amazonas, Brasil
En el arroyo la garza gris siente el gentil fluir del ki. Garza gris (Ardea cinerea): Recuerdo de Higashiyama, Kioto
Seremos el Sol, la Luna, las estrellas: ki amoroso. Rosal y Luna al alba: 2 de setiembre 2020
Tenho sonhado com entardeceres amazônicos. Tenho visto de novo as imagens do céu enorme da Amazônia; das cores do pôr-do-sol -- amarelos, laranjas, roxos, lilás, vermelhos; das reflexões da luz oblíqua nas águas dos grandes rios arteriais -- o Madeira, o Negro, o Amazonas --, dos pequenos rios cheios de vida -- o Abunã, o … Continue reading Entardeceres amazônicos
Seremos musgo, hongos, troncos caídos, tierra húmeda. Parque Nacional Carara, Costa Rica
Al corazón de la roca hay un portal. Explorémoslo.
Amanece. Recibamos esta aurora con amor y gracia, sin juicio, culpa, ni lamento. Renazcamos y vivamos agradecidos, felices, con gozo. El Agape es incondicional; la Gracia, absoluta. Let us welcome this dawn with love and grace, without judgment, guilt, or lament. Let us awaken, be reborn, and live with gratitude, happiness, and joy. Agape is … Continue reading Rumi: Everyone Is Totally Forgiven
I have had glimpses, finite experiences, of two infinities. One starts from the heart and leads inward, into the infinitesimal crevices of being and feeling. The other one starts from the heart and leads outward, into the cosmos that my bodymind experiences. Both are in flux, changing, evolving. They are also pervaded by love; they … Continue reading Rumi: Only Love is Infinite
