The call

The atrium. The sky floods down his light onto the white marble ground, the fountain water tickles away the stress. Shielded by all noise from the busy outside city, the atrium lies cozily imbedded in the small hostel in one of the sleepy side streets of Granada. Today, the Alhambra will be almost sold out even in the early March morning hours when the sun still has to disperse the night's trace of cool chill. Soon, a young man will sit down in this atrium, waiting patiently for breakfast to start. And after he'll have been there for a while, his eyes will cross with those of a young woman stepping out of one of the rooms; and they'll shake up each others worlds.

Manche Leute reden immer von ihrer Freiheit und meinen nur ihre Angst vor einer Liebe, die größer werden könnte als ihr Egoismus.

(Hans Kruppa)

Some people always talk about their freedom and what they really mean is their fear of a love that could grow bigger than their egoism.

I rose into love with you,
first
and then also

You're like an ocean I fell into and now
I need to start swimming
fear would make me drown

Who would I be

A compilation of my mind's representation of a representative representing an excellent revelation

dime. que debo hacer
mi alma ama tu alma
tenemos los mismos sueños
Pierdo la cabeza
Soy tuyo. te aseguraste de eso.

The atrium

That atrium. It changed the course of everything.
The universe asked me, are you ready? Are you going to be brave? - And then you came and did what I asked the universe for.
We collide with an impact that leaves deep marks.
Years, decades, my dreams had a quality of soulfullness that didn't touch the outside world. I was alone in them. Since that atrium, you joined me. Apart from the nights, the days have become more like the dreams, too.
I will go all the way.

"Du vermutest, du seist die Schwierigkeit, doch du bist die Heilung. Du vermutest, du seist das Schloss zur Tür, doch bist du der Schlüssel, der sie öffnet. Es ist zu schade, dass du jemand anderes sein möchtest. Du siehst nicht dein eigenes Gesicht. Deine eigene Schönheit. Dennoch ist kein Gesicht schöner als deins."

      Rumi

Can't Change Them

"You can only fill your own storehouse of love, and share what bubbles over."

Comment by "Wayne" on  http://gatewaytogold.com/signs-of-spiritual-awakening/

too many 'me's in one person

Barriers

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." (RUMI)

Addiction

Addiction comes in many ways. Some develop a craving for the drugs we all label as such - horrible addiction to such substances as alcohol. But we all are - in some way - addicted to a drug, because our brain functions that way. Our reward centre strongly encourages us to those longings. And when we don't get their objects, we feel miserable. On a chemical level, the feeling of "falling in love" is partly an addiction. Falling should be about letting go, but instead the other person becomes like a magnet and it hurts when we have to spend time away from them for too long. We cling not only to our partners, but also to our children, to our friends, to our studies at university, to our jobs, to our home town or home country, to our habits and to the lifestyle, culture, mentality we grew up in, and few of us take the leap of faith and let go to restructure their minds. We don't want to face the pain that comes within letting go. And even the restructured mind continues to cling to things, habits, other human beings. The difference is though that they have learned that we won't be miserable forever after starting to refuse what we were once addicted to.

Our brains are perfectly crafted to serve as a matrix, a breeding ground for any kind of addiction.

We can argue that not every craving is an addiction, we can define it and say that certain things don't fall under that term. But on a chemical level, can we really tell it apart? Some sort of addiction affects all of us. It is the imperfect version of a perfect visualization of love. It holds the world together, it is the opposite of freedom, but it makes sure that we stick to something to keep it going, working, functioning. Sometimes, it is destructive, but lets face it: Many forms of addiction are highly constructive. You never have just one side of the coin, you always have both sides of it. When I think of addiction now, I see the duality of it. As long as we are aware of addictions and keep ourselves on a level where we have control, everything's fine. I don't think that addiction is a bad thing overall. It is just one of the many mechanisms of our universe. Our utopia of being free can only come true if we get rid of the needs of our body, which means we have to get rid of our body, which is not possible. So if we are addicted to anything, the first thing we gotta do is accept it to not feel bad about it. And what we do next is completely our own choice - to make within the borders of the level of addiction our brain holds for us.

Some experience

allow yourself to be big in yourself, relieve yourself, relax every cell of your body
meditate
SLOW DOWN
dive into slow movements
Focus.

relax so much that your thoughts become clear
be unafraid of their essence
so that you can't lie to yourself anymore

people talk too much
they think too much
be silent
let go of your ego

transform it
feel your feet firmly touching the ground

feel the oneness of everything,
feel the ground, close your eyes,
feel the tree connecting with you

let your energy stream
allow yourself to think big
trust your own thoughts, trust yourself, you are not crazy, trust your instincts, follow your instincts

LET GO

thank you forever
thank you for this
for letting me SEE that
we are all connected,

so that now i CAN SEE ...

it doesn't matter, we are all connected, peace, peace in myself.
this is me - I have seen the essence of me, pure harmony
of the world
of nature
of these beautiful people
we are one

Artist

Your presence is dazzling. You catch me just being yourself. Like I watch an artist paint a picture. A picture that never gets old, is always repainted, because the artist is so rich in colours that he can pour them all over the place endlessly.

He has to paint, he is so driven that he can never stop. A mind that can't stop creating, a mind that will do everything in order to always be in creativity mode, and rather than using a model takes a look into himself; with eyes that, when they look at me, reveal a glimpse of the universe they hold...

It is satisfying to see somebody else being so full, so rich. Someone who gets the parts of you that others won't explore, even less understand if, and, if even that would be the rare case, wouldn't be capable to share... The words we transform from thoughts and feelings, they are poor. They will always fail. They harm. The soul language never harms, the language of the universe, that vibrates through our core conscience.

Stufen

Wie jede Blüte welkt und jede Jugend
Dem Alter weicht, blüht jede Lebensstufe,
Blüht jede Weisheit auch und jede Tugend
Zu ihrer Zeit und darf nicht ewig dauern.
Es muß das Herz bei jedem Lebensrufe
Bereit zum Abschied sein und Neubeginne,
Um sich in Tapferkeit und ohne Trauern
In andre, neue Bindungen zu geben.
Und jedem Anfang wohnt ein Zauber inne,
Der uns beschützt und der uns hilft, zu leben.

Wir sollen heiter Raum um Raum durchschreiten,
An keinem wie an einer Heimat hängen,
Der Weltgeist will nicht fesseln uns und engen,
Er will uns Stuf´ um Stufe heben, weiten.
Kaum sind wir heimisch einem Lebenskreise
Und traulich eingewohnt, so droht Erschlaffen;
Nur wer bereit zu Aufbruch ist und Reise,
Mag lähmender Gewöhnung sich entraffen.

Es wird vielleicht auch noch die Todesstunde
Uns neuen Räumen jung entgegen senden,
Des Lebens Ruf an uns wird niemals enden,
Wohlan denn Herz, nimm Abschied und gesunde!

(Hermann Hesse)

Choose your own masters, teachers, leaders, guides.
Choose those who inspire you, who light up something real inside you.
So that someday, you can be a teacher, leader, guide for someone else.

Thought you had all the answers
to rest your heart upon.
But something happens
don't see it coming
now you can't stop yourself
Now you're out there
swimming in the deep

Life keeps tumbling your heart in circles
till you
Let go
Till you shed your pride
and you climb to heaven
and you throw yourself off
Now you're out there spinning 
in the deep

Why this life

To learn.
To learn, learn, learn.

Connections

Pierce through the bullshit
Detect the masks and steal them all
Strip down the arrogance
Melt my moves and make them respond
Take away the pride
Brace me with tenderness
Burn the obstacles
Rip open my heart and pour in your chivalry
Lay down my soul
Let me see myself be pure

máS

I met you in an atrium 
Water tickles softly against marble 
Your gaze flew openly on the sum 
of how I felt
and I silently responded to 
whatever you brought up so lightly
Your mind sparkling like fire 
burning brighter every minute 
Let's learn more about that wire 
of crushing honesty and the urgently driven sun of energy 
That wants to escape out of us

You two are on a plane together that's about to crash. You know by instinct that it's healthier to jump out now with a parachute, but as soon as you jump, it is vital for your partner to jump out, too because alone he can't navigate the plane. You know that you will experience part of your downfall together, but then, your parachutes will spread open and carry each one of you to a different destination. You don't know if you'll see your co-pilote ever again. You don't know where you will land and which climate you'll be exposed to, but you know for sure that at first, you'll be alone and on your own.