Saturday, February 27, 2010

and still,

I wish you well.


A well (or not so well)-known story to share. This is an extract from Ed and Deb Shapiro´s blog:

One day a frog was sitting happily by the side of the river when a scorpion came along.
“Oh Mr. Frog,” said the scorpion, “I need to get to the other side of the river to be with my family. Will you please carry me across?”
“But Mr. Scorpion, if I do that, then you will sting me!” replied the frog, somewhat aghast at the request.
“No, I won’t,” said the scorpion.
“Do you promise?” asked a rather doubtful frog.
“I really promise! I will not sting you,” said the scorpion.
“Do you really, really promise?” asked a still-dubious frog.
“Yes, I really promise,” replied the scorpion, very sincerely.
“Okay,” the frog said reluctantly. “Hop on.”

The scorpion climbed on top of the frog’s back and they set off. Halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog. In horror, the frog, unable to continue swimming and with both of them about to drown, finally managed to gasp, “Please, Mr. Scorpion, just tell me one thing before we both go under. Just tell me why, when you promised you would not, why oh why did you sting me?”
“Because it is my nature,” replied the scorpion.

(But the story does not stop there; Ed and Deb continue...)

"We can transform the self-centered aspect of our nature by opening our hearts and awakening to other-centeredness. Then we have the choice to be able to offer generosity in place of selfishness, kindness in place of malice, and harmlessness in place of harm. To illustrate this, here is the end of the story:
Two monks were washing their bowls in the river when they noticed a scorpion that was drowning. One monk immediately scooped it up and set it upon the bank. In the process, he was stung. He went back to washing his bowl, and again the scorpion fell in the river. The monk saved the scorpion and was again stung.
The other monk asked him, “Friend, why do you continue to save the scorpion when you know its nature is to sting?”
“Because,” the first monk replied, “my nature is to save.”
So, what is your nature? Are you a frog, a scorpion or a monk?"

Friday, February 26, 2010

here I am

here I am, this is me.
facing the world,
welcoming life.

Monday, February 22, 2010

life is great!

when you have the wonderful support from your family and friends!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

bop bags


I love them, because no matter how hard you hit them, they always bounce back and stand up.

I wanna be a bop bag.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

the bill


you never know for who you may be working for


.... or whose bill for broken dishes you are paying.

Friday, February 19, 2010

my message to the world

LOVING IS NEVER WRONG
To care, to love, to show affection
IS NEVER WRONG.
To take care of the ones you love
IS NEVER WRONG.
To open up your heart, to be sincere, to be honest
IS NEVER WRONG.
When intentions are pure,
when feelings are transparent,
it is not wrong.
Even if one gets damaged along the way,
it is not wrong.
Even if we cannot take responsibility for other people´s happiness or actions or decisions,
caring is never wrong.
Even if the feeling was not appreciated,
and if fears and anxieties clouded it,
one should NEVER TAKE THE BLAME FOR LOVING.
Because love has the great power of healing,
of bonding,
of surviving,
of providing a ray of hope.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

dead end

if I get closer, I hurt you.
if I distance myself, I hurt you.
if I say or do, I hurt you.
if I don´t say and don´t do, I hurt you.


it seems like the only reasonable solution I have got,
obviously is,
I guess,
to be abducted by aliens.

how does it feel?


to know that I was the last one to remain standing by you?

http://xkcd.com/383/

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Monday, February 15, 2010

se me va el tren


esta es mi parada, me bajo y dejo que se vaya...

se vende barato


unos ojos cabizbajos
un alma solitaria
un corazón disecado
unos sueños rotos
y un orgullo pisoteado.
¿alguien se anima?

karma piggybank

I like to think that I have a deal with karma laws,
so that the punches I receive will pay off later in life,
or will manifest in some other issue,
or even benefit someone else,
or perhaps help a flower to bloom.




Oddly enough,
I am happy to take the punches,
it keeps the universe in balance,
and it keeps my soul at ease.
(C) LJVM

sneaker

this is another word I love: sneakers
(C) LJVM

Saturday, February 13, 2010

God´s mysterious ways

I just found this. It is just what I needed.


Many years ago in a poor Chinese village, there lived a peasant with his son. His only material possession, apart from some land and a small straw hut, was a horse he had inherited from his father.One day, the horse ran off, leaving the man with no animal with which to till the land. His neighbors – who respected him greatly for his honesty and diligence – came to his house to say how much they regretted what had happened. He thanked them for their visit, but asked:- How can you know that what has happened has been a misfortune in my life? Someone mumbled to a friend: “he can’t accept reality, let him think what he wants, as long as he isn’t saddened by what happened.”


And the neighbors went off, pretending to agree with what they had heard.


A week later, the horse returned to the stable, but it was not alone; it brought with it a fine mare for company. Upon hearing this, the villagers – who were flustered since they now understood the answer the man had given them – returned to the peasant’s house, in order to congratulate him on his good fortune.- Before you had only one horse, and now you have two.


Congratulations! – they said.- Many thanks for your visit and for all your concern – answered the peasant. – But how can you know that what has happened has been a blessing in my life?Disconcerted, and thinking he must be going mad, the neighbors went off, and on the way commented: “does he really not understand that God has sent him a gift?”


A month later, the peasant’s son decided to tame the mare. But the animal unexpectedly reared up and the boy fell and broke his leg.The neighbors returned to the peasant’s house – bringing gifts for the wounded boy. The mayor of the village offered his condolences to the father, saying that all were very sad at what had happened.The man thanked them for their visit and their concern, but asked:- How can you know that what has happened has been a misfortune in my life?They were all astonished to hear this, since no one could be in any doubt that the accident of a son was a real tragedy.


As they left the peasant’s house, some said to others: “he really has gone mad; his only son might limp forever, and he is still in doubt about whether what happened is a misfortune.”


Some months passed, and Japan declared war on China. The Emperor’s envoys traveled throughout the land in search for healthy young men to be sent to the battle front. Upon arrival in the village, they recruited all the young men except the peasant’s son, whose leg was broken.None of the young men returned alive. The son recovered, the two animals bred and their offspring were sold at a good price.


The peasant began visiting his neighbors to console and help them, – since they had at all times been so caring. Whenever one of them complained, the peasant said: “how do you know it is a misfortune?” If anyone become overjoyed, he asked: “how do you know it is a blessing?” And the men in that village understood that beyond appearances, life has other meanings.

Friday, February 12, 2010

caigo al abismo que el presente nos depara (otra vez)


El tiempo arrasa secuestrando mi pudor
cobro confianza y te dirijo unas palabras
caigo al abismo que el presente nos depara
y febril en la caída,
pregunto: ¿qué nos pasó?


es que me mata tu ausencia
y haberte querido tanto
porque el recuerdo no es real
no acepto más pasarla mal
estemos juntos otra vez.


Babasónicos, Mareo.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

rollercoaster



it´s always lots of fun.

but I do feel sick after getting off.

someday

someday I will reach this point
http://xkcd.com/433/

all you need is love


"the brain is clever, the heart is wise; the brain is quick and knowledgeable, the heart is full of ancient love; (...) while a brain approach to life has little room for the heart, a heart approach necessarily includes and welcomes the brain: inclusion, union, is the heart´s job". Young, L. The Book of the Heart, p. 139.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

standing still

...it is also knowing, that you can stand still come rain or shine, or wind and snow and darkness and solitude. and that you did your best. with your heart wide open.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

que se lleve el diablo la razón


lo que ves es lo que hay,

lo que hay es lo que ves.

serás, seré.

verás, veré.

aquí estoy y aquí estaré.
(Miguel Bosé)

Monday, February 08, 2010

let it be

I just experienced magic:
walking down the street,
snowflakes started to make their appearance
and as I turned around the corner
I could hear a guy singinig
"let it be, let it be, let it be,...whisper words of wisdom, let it be"

Friday, February 05, 2010

the bucket list


a different way of seeing at things


poker



... and then, in the evening, I thought:


if love is like poker,
perhaps it is not too good to show
your cards too soon.

sand



I woke up this morning with a sudden thought:
love is like holding a bunch of sand in your hand:
the tighter you hold, the less you keep;
but if you leave it just there, resting,
it will stay.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

suavemente


no quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas ni contemplarlas sabiamente

quiero
que
me
trates
suavemente

(Soda Stereo)

Monday, February 01, 2010

perfect sequence of things

Thinking, the basic operation of the mind, organizes reality to make sense. The universe does this physically. It forms complex systems. DNA is one example, but genes didn’t create life simply by stringing simple molecules along a double helix. There are spaces between each genetic bit, and this sequencing is all-important.
An amoeba differs from a human being in the sequence of carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, and nitrogen along its genes, not in the atoms themselves. The fact that empty spaces, or gaps, between genetic material are so important brings us back to the void, where something is arranging random events so that they are meaningful.

Adapted from Life After Death: The Burden of Proof, by Deepak Chopra