Posts Tagged ‘sunset’

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After the many downpours which rocked the little boat of our ignorant universe, my legs are shaking from so much counter-balancing, my hands can no longer stretch higher than my eyebrows and my eyes no longer see those lights gently dyed in nuances of old books.Still, every summer I am surprised again by the ambiguity of my feelings towards the wave of jellyfish. I am bothered by the itch of their approach, I am burned by their hugs, I loathe their appearance of mucus balls when they lie dead on the beach, I am intrigued by the stiffness of their corpses in the evening.

 

But at sea, oh yes, when they hide and discover themselves in the narrow stretch of sand eternally flipped by the waves, when they float with the elegance of all things white, and when they propel themselves towards the light without fear of melting their skirts, when they make horas of aquatic angels around my boat, when they live and fly and shine and flutter their charms and spasms, when they relish in their togetherness and elate in their uniqueness, how could one not love them …

 

The jellyfish only come by these parts of my world once a year, to die near some shore, this shore of a beautiful, ignorant and self-contained universe. Jellyfish only come here for two weeks a year, the week that just happened and the one that will start tomorrow. Like the jellyfish, my thoughts of you. Then there is this wave of tremendously thick humidity that envelops me every time a wave crashes into the amphitheater of my nights, on the beach of my sunsets.

 

The jellyfish, white blood cells of my years after our transformation, encourage me to wish you a beautiful birthday and three times more to come!

Rising Sunset

Posted: October 18, 2018 in Poems in English, Thoughts
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There’s no strangeness at this point. I felt the coming, I created it, I reveled in the meeting of this energy, I was wanting it and I attracted it. I’m entirely responsible. Maybe not consciously, but aren’t these accidents delicious? I love creating these kinds of accidents, increasingly aware, as I let the bliss settle into my cells.

 

In the Limit is the meeting point. That’s why people go there, the Limit between the ancient city and the new city, between the sea and the highway, between how we were and how we will be. There’s always a bit of cave in the light, its role is the prism effect and it’s beautiful.

 

The Limit is the present, the eternal perpetual present of being. The limit is presence and flight: a plane, a thought, a bird or a sunset are just modalities of its coming into manifestation. The Limit is surpassing the Limit, is the endless flow and happiness of standing above the peak, of being in the transformation. The Limit is the touch and the shiver of the familiar with a different colour, like the eternal return of the sunset is magnificently enveloping in love and passion every evening with different nuances. How delicious.

 

The age of agelessness has come. I have passed the Limit.

 

That’s why we need to master the emotional, transcendental connection, because words will never be enough to describe the Limit and the passing, that’s why we need to refine our receptors continuously, so we can grow into the understanding of what’s beyond the limit.

 

We are in the living edge of creation, bursting with New life and it is our daily delight to follow the flow into our path.

 

How delicious to walk on the sea side, in the sunset, in the limit of water, our homemost environment, on the edge of sleep, when we are so closely connected to ourselves, to each-other and to the universe. And from time to time looking around and inside, where our realities connect.

 

Welcome home! You were here, but only now you are beginning to see it. So am I.