Traveling through the limits

In the limits of the desire
we sight the impossible thing
in a vision that returns
more imaginary than real
In this diffuse image
that gets lost in the mysterious thing
we make out impossible grandeur
that show the indelible thing
Abyss or truth?
After this intuition
of distant landscapes
impossible horizons
and dark dawns
it stirs up in us
the most intimate explosion
and uncontrolled of desires
where we make a mistake
with life
with time
and with a " not itself what "
that impels us to feel
After it, the plenitude moves away from us


Love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.

Eros

Dream, awaken, dream, awaken, awaken, and yet it is all dream.
Life is but an illusion
A product of my perception, my collection of dreams
Let not your heart be troubled
Wherever you travel there will be wind and waves
Ebb and flow the moon and sun have its own phase
If I don't wander how could I ever be found?
Reach for the divine, my higher-self remised
Reach for the light, in which darkness doesn't exist
It is desire that take us on the path we travel
It is fate that bring us together on the cross-road
It is love that keep you close to my heart
What is more important than seeing with my eyes?
Seeing into my own heart, although the song in the heart is silent
The art of love, the ability to express, the gift beyond gift
To feel you without seeing you, to love you without having you
All rivers continue to flow to the ocean, cosmic consciousness
receives them all

Only a cloud, knows the feeling of a cloud...

Existence

There is a moment in the middle of a yoga pose, the instructor reminds all to make peace with the “asana”, your breath. To bring your focus back to the third eye and make peace with the pose. The moment where my thousand tongues stop, my breath deepens, and I sink deeper into my body. The earth vibrates through the balls of my feet, the lightness of the air slowly folds into me. Every cell sings and flows like a song. I can’t tell where I begin and where the other ends. Surroundings become a blur and I smile, slowly into myself; eyes closed and I smile. The joy of being in the present is so powerful, the act itself blooms into a smile; the Buddha’s smile. I experience existence in every pore of my body. Head held high, back straight, smiling.
There is nothing else I need to learn at this moment. There is nothing else I need to do. Everything has happened, happened. Everything is exactly where it is. I am exactly where I am. Just is, the true heart, my true nature. I have arrived, I am home and unto myself. Nothing needs to change, just is. The moment of peace, of love; transcendent and peaceful.

Pain and joy are part of my making; only I can distinguish
The world is not perfect and I can't fix everything
I excel in my own imperfection and embrace other's imperfection
Nothing has to be forever or perfect or according to my wish
Life is full of ebb and flow; just what I need, you need
One heart beat, one rhythm, one chaotic universe; we are part of creation
You and I; our uniqueness add color and shape to this beautiful world

In all that I do

The danger with insights is that they are over simplified. No one things is more profound than anything else. I can reverse almost everything I have written and it is equally true.

I thought I knew
This turning turning turning of truth
Nothing standing still
And yet the great stillness
and the sameness
The knowing and never knowing...
The absolute stillness of the night
melting
into perfect peace

I believe that at least one of the reason why prayer, relaxation drills, yoga, mediation, breathing concentration and awareness exercises bring peace and dissolve problems is that they force an end to the merry go round of thinking. Either during or after these practices we do something rare; we stop and listen. It is not that I am not listening. It is that I am listening to something else. Stop the thousand tongues in my head; silent inside, silent outside and then there would be peace, the absolute stillness of peace...

In my struggle to be real, to be centered, to be me, have I left a place for you?

Random Thoughts

Salt Water - Can the ocean be your muse? Can it inspire you to not just simply see different things but to see things differently?

Character - Strength is not in force. Strength is in compassion and kindness of action.

Give the gift of happiness - I am wild about lasting impressions

Make a world of difference - There are a million reasons to make memories together do you know?

Something good is bound to happen
This is no time to think small
Create something great
Change a life

From dream to reality - If you've turn your dream into reality, let the world know

Pain - If you don't know what cause a person pain, you don't know how to love them

Compassion - Real teacher of compassion is love. The seed is sown very early in our childhood with our mother

Humility - Life is not always about you. It is not about a destination. Stay true to yourself, do your best each step of the way and you will never have to worry about destiny.

Le Mystère Du Coeur

Défaites le mystère du coeur
La quête de million de recherche d'années
Et sera un autre million d'ans après que vous
Ce qui fait les papillons a battu
Fera aussi l'offre du cœur
Le scintillement dans les yeux de votre amant
Les lignes d'un visage souriant
La réflexion du ciel
Vous tombez amoureux et de l'amour
Continuez à chercher un divin
Étreinte de mains et chaude douce
L'amant, le meilleur ami, ou une d'une sorte ?

My butterflies

A mother’s love
Where it ends and where it begins?
I watch my angels grow
Those eyes, those lips, those hands used to be so small
Those little fingers used to hang on to my sleeve
Those little lips used to chirp like little birds
Those little eyes used to shine into my heart
Where has time gone?
It was yesterday that I hold you
In my cradle close to my heart
I love you and I give you my life
Each breath I take harbored the lives of three
Each step I take carried the weight of you and me
It has been awhile since I stop and notice
Of how much you have grown
And how much you have made me proud
And I wonder how much I remember
How much I have kept in my heart
The memories of the two little girls
With little hands, little feet, and little eyes
Today I miss dearly
The two little angels that call me Mommy

The space between

Another change, another destination, another phase…The fall of WAMU is now creating new opportunities and new directions in my destiny… East Coast and Bay Areas employment opportunities are calling my name… Decision, cross-road, destiny…The little girl in me is frightened with the changes around me. The engineer, survivor in me said “Toughen up kid here come the ride of your life, again”. Five wonderful years in the Emerald City and my heart is just now taking roots… I love Seattle but is it meant to be? I am looking for sign and maybe I am looking too hard. But I know this for a fact; it doesn’t matter where I go… I will carry you with me… your kind heart, your friendship, and the wisdom that you have shared with me…

Now let's see where the wind of change will take you, me…

The space between, where I can’t see the horizon
Where the past hasn’t gone away completely and the future hasn’t revealed itself
The space between, where my heart resides and my head resists
Where logic dictates my actions but the pain is hard to miss
Where instinct and rationale raised war on the battle field of choice
The space between, feels like the door is closing and I am hanging on by a thread
Another phase is coming and my world is still enclosed within past memories instead
Trust, faith; believe in the universal truth, do good and do well
But well and good cost a soul and some heartbreak
Cost a lifetime of searching and growing, cost lots of tears and strength to hang on
Cost a heart and dreams of a little girl, brown eyed girl
Balls of steel, iron will, dead on focus
The weight of the world or the weight of my own choices
Square shoulders, head held high; it is just another phase?
Revolving doors, why can’t I stand still?

Authentic Self

I wonder to myself if I let go of all my possession, my load lighten
Would I be a lesser version of myself?
Would love, passion, friendship shift color and change shape?
Would I be free of expectation, my own jail cell?
I wonder if you lose all your passion, your soul, and faith
You would be a different person with different shape and form?
Your eyes glazed, twisted limp, crooked teeth
Would your appearance dictate what is going on inside your soul?
I wonder if love, trust, faith would endure life's hardship
Would love give you wings to rise above the pain
Would trust give you strength to withstand the hard rain
Would faith install peace in the evolving chaos?
I wonder life is a rainbow full of colors, the reflection of my sky
We all share this sky, but why can't you see through my eyes?

If I change, I know life with the colorful rainbow would still be mine!

My Father

I didn't get to know you as a young man
I saw your pictures; with twinkle eyes
hands on hips by the sea you stand
The image of a father, a happy man
Wild heart, poetry, and romance
With your legend, Dad! I don't stand a chance

Now you are gone I have only wishes
More time together so I can shower you with kisses
To tell you my stories of how strong I have become
Mortal words, mortal pain; how much I have changed

With much prayers, hopes, and spirits
I will try to remember everything you did
Everything you tried to teach and share
And every time I catch a glimpse of the open sky
I will remember of how you wanted me to fly
With warm heart and on a straight line
Just like you said; “A golden heart is hard to find”
Dad! I miss you