TEMPO

T E M P O

um dia eu pensei, no dia seguinte dispensei
pensei em tempos
pensei em lugares, 
Pensei em rostos, rasguei a alma
quem sabe colo cada pedaço e emendo no tempo?
tempo é solvente
tempo é anestésico
tempo é abraço
tempo é acolhimento
é sempre tempo

Importância

Importância

Morri algumas vezes nessa vida
Todas as vezes sobrevivi
Tento como muitos me suicidar de vez em quando
Mas me resgato
A salvação vem
Dessas pessoas que saem de lugares que reguei com a voz e olhares
Sorrisos e gestos
Em momentos que não me lembro
Nem preciso
Mas que umidificaram e aqueceram
A mim e aos outros que são sempre a mesma coisa
Tudo sem querer, sem intenção
e é aí que reside a preciosidade
Há mãos e olhos que me colhem agora
me aquecem e me erguem
me convidam
presenças por todos os lados
Um valor que eu não via ou dava importância
uma multidão que fiz invisível hoje salta aos olhos
Reconheço,
Simplesmente me mataram para que eu vivesse.

DESABAFO

DESABAFO

O mundo formal perdeu o respeito, a ética o brio, o brilho, a integridade.
É tempo de construir um mundo novo,
Sem alarde, sem "ser contra|"
Só a favor do que se acredita, simplesmente.
Sem gritos, com sussurros assertivos e com olhares transparentes,
Com sorrisos encorajadores. Em boa companhia

Incentivemo-nos uns aos outros
Divulguemos as construções, as criações, as proposições luminosas
Falar da merda tornou-se redundância, não inspira,
Pelo contrário
Só ajuda a propagar o mau cheiro

a quem interessar possa

A quem interessar possa

Sei que posso fazer você sorrir como pouca gente pode.

Sei que posso fazer você se sentir protegida mesmo estando a quilômetros de distancia.

Sei que posso massagear e tirar dores de você de um jeito que ninguém mais sabe fazer.

Sei que posso fazer aqueles sanduiches noturnos que ninguém mais sabe fazer.

Sei que posso fazer você sentir prazer como ninguém mais saberia fazer.

Talvez essas coisas não sejam tudo que você deseja, mas dão uma luz na vida, não dão? 

ANGUSTIA

Angustia

Então eu fugi

Me escondi entre minhas fantasias

De noite

Na meia luz

Entre os travesseiros

Fugi, fingi

As coxas não estavam lá

O calor, a textura, a respiração, não estavam lá

Mas eu as inventava angustiado.

Apertado

O objeto de desejo era eu

E eu pedia mais

Porque eu já não era eu

Eu era os dois

Eu e você.

Pesach - Páscoa

PESACH

I am more of an errant Jew than one that strictly follows traditions. Yet there are two Jewish celebrations which deeply move me: Yom Kippur and Pesach. But if I had to choose which one is most sacred I would say that it is Pesach

Pesach reminds that we are most of the time living in the land of the Pharaoh.  A narrow place (this is the meaning of the word Mitzraim which is Egypt in Hebrew). Narrowed by education and hypnosis of the verb TO HAVE - possessions of objects, money, people, jobs, degrees, fame, power, behaviors, ideas, and so on - We are daily focused in measuring our losses and gains.

I think it is alright searching things that can give us comfort. As humans this is a part of our lives. The only problem is to have all of our lives submitted to win or lose. In other words: having the pharaoh dictating over us.

Life is always pushing us towards growth. But we are stubborn. We are attached to what we already know or are used to. We can only grow if we displace from where we are and move towards a wider space. Our first movement starts at our birth. From the womb which got narrow to a wider place: the world.

There are many chances during our lives to be “born” again, to move, to cross the great waters, to change, to leave spaces that became too narrow for us.

Out of the “land of the pharaoh”, away from being slaves of possessions, away from the dictatorship of the verb “to have” and that is moving towards the Promised Land.

The verb to have is related to a physical spot on our anatomy: our stomachs, a place where we fill, we accumulate.

The Promised Land is another possible kingdom where we can live and it is ruled by the verb “TO BE”. It is a land related to the heart, a realm of our deep identities (God in me). Note that as someone calls you:  Hey you! You generally answer: who me? We point to our chest, to our hearts. That’s where we conjugate the verb “I am”.

Pesach is about a crossing: from the realm of our stomachs (to have) to the realm or kingdom of our hearts (to be). WE can have another physical metaphor: the diaphragm (the red sea to be crossed).

Celebrating is gathering people that are asking themselves, all together, at the same time, the same question. This is the force of a celebration. This is the importance of celebration.

On Pesach the question that can go together with the known question proposed by the youngest at table (which represents the wisdom of “I know that I don’t know”):”Why is this night so different from the other nights?”

The question is: Who is your ruler? Your stomach (the Pharaoh) or your heart (God in you)? “Are you so hypnotized by all that the Pharaoh offers that you have lost the capacity of listening to your heart? How many plagues are you willing to endure before moving towards a needed change? Are you moving in the direction that your heart is pointing you?” That your heart is beckoning you?

OBS

-          Another curiosity is that there is an interpretation that says that Moses didn’t actually say some prayers or magic words and so the sea opened. There is a version that tells us about an unknown man that, as the pharaoh’s soldiers were approaching, said: I will not wait, I am going. I will cross.  And so he got into the sea and started walking, he was sure he had to get to the other side and as he walked the water got up his chest, got up to his throat and as it got to his mouth and nose, then, and  only then, the water started to recede.

-          We must cross. It is our will, it is a question of belief. It is our certainty that opens the sea. It is not a magic thing like luck. It is our trust that will “open the way”  

-          It is about leaving the domain of our stomachs, and crossing the red sea (of the diaphragm),and getting to our hearts. The Promised Land, the  land of our real identity.

-          The important thing about this celebration is that, in a certain way, we know all this. The fact is that we must renew this wish frequently. This requires a drive. Every year, we can get together and all together renew our intentions. It is a movement towards our goal which is to become ourselves, or in other words, live ruled by our hearts.

uma única montanha

There is a single mountain. Round it's large base there are many different landscapes:.forests, deserts, valleys, islands, seas, and many others. Everybody's purpose is to climb this mountain, to get to it's top. We start from different points and so with different perceptions at it's base. As we climb it we begin to perceive there are other people climbing, people who are coming from different origins. As we climb the landscape begins to change and the higher we get we converge and so the landscape becomes more and more similar to everyone, and we start to perceive other climbers which we recognise having the same purpose. They may have different languages and ways of describing the path but there is a familiarity and a similar smile decorates aou faces. The peak is ONE. The more we aproach the peak the more we understand we are equals, we are the same, and the language becomes the same:LOVE