El instante que se va,
La alegría del devenir;
Dios es esa estatua.
Muda y quieta por eones,
Dueña de la totalidad
Y ajena a sì misma.
Perfecta porque no hay nada
Fuera de ella.
Dios està atrapado
en ese castillo infinito
Que es èl mismo.
Siempre estàtico;
Porque todo ocurre dentro de sus confines.
Nacemos los humanos
Con la chispa de su simiente
Y con capacidad de reconocernos.
Somos dios caminando en la tierra.
Pero lo olvidamos en las palabras.
Cada momento que nos maravillamos ante lo bello,
Que sentimos nuestro cuerpo vivo y atento;
El Dios infinito se expande.
Porque lo mismo
hace nuestra consciencia.
La única tarea es adorarle,
Buscarlo siempre
en el momento eterno;
Recordando que el tiempo
no existe.
Asì como no existe
un metro
o un vatio.
Lo bueno y lo malo
nacen en tu mente;
para Dios es todo
un haber sin matices.
Estamos acà para que el Padre
viva a travès del Hijo.
Somos un evento freudiano.
sábado, 26 de marzo de 2011
viernes, 25 de marzo de 2011
KEROUAC A LA UNA
I have lots of things to teach you now,
in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me
under a pine tree in North Carolina
on a cold winter moonlit night.
It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry.
It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside.
We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known
that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Close your eyes,
let your hands and nerve-ends drop,
stop breathing for 3 seconds,
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,
and you will remember the lesson you forgot,
which was taught in immense milky ways
of cloudy innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all.
It is all one vast awakened thing.
I call it the golden eternity.
It is perfect.
We were never really born,
we will never really die.
It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea
of a personal self,
other selves,
many selves everywhere,
or one universal self.
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea.
That which passes through everything, is one thing.
It’s a dream already ended.
There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end.
They never show any expression,
they are like empty space.
Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away.
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space,
which is the one universal essence of mind,
the one vast awakenerhood,
empty and awake,
will never crumble away because it was never born.
The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
—Jack Kerouac, to his ex-wife
in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me
under a pine tree in North Carolina
on a cold winter moonlit night.
It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry.
It’s all like a dream.
Everything is ecstasy, inside.
We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds.
But in our true blissful essence of mind is known
that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Close your eyes,
let your hands and nerve-ends drop,
stop breathing for 3 seconds,
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,
and you will remember the lesson you forgot,
which was taught in immense milky ways
of cloudy innumerable worlds
long ago and not even at all.
It is all one vast awakened thing.
I call it the golden eternity.
It is perfect.
We were never really born,
we will never really die.
It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea
of a personal self,
other selves,
many selves everywhere,
or one universal self.
Self is only an idea, a mortal idea.
That which passes through everything, is one thing.
It’s a dream already ended.
There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end.
They never show any expression,
they are like empty space.
Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away.
Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space,
which is the one universal essence of mind,
the one vast awakenerhood,
empty and awake,
will never crumble away because it was never born.
The world you see is just a movie in your mind.
—Jack Kerouac, to his ex-wife
martes, 1 de marzo de 2011
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