a sometimes irresistible urge
at times unconscious
we have been told a million times not to do it
yet, sooner or later, we all fall to temptation
just because the finger fits the hole, doesn’t mean you have to stick it in there
it’s hard to grow up
a metaphor of our own
as the fleeting butterfly beats its own wings
so does the heaving chest expand and contract
moving the same air
in and out
sending it forth
all the triumphs, all the failures
let them all be sources of wonder
let it be
sun rises, yet again
a beautiful gift, one more day
one more time
one more chance
one more gift we receive to give love
to live life
what a blessing
what a miracle it is
that we get to live every single day
one more time
use this gift
make love, give love, be love
whenever you think your task at hand is too overwhelming, remember gandhi
he did not stop at words, concepts or theories
turning thought into action
he set his intentions on peace, freedom, rights and equality for all
through the tools of satyagraha – holding on to the truth, and ahimsa – nonviolence
he moved the hearts and minds of countless beings, opening the world’s eyes to remind us of the oneness of everything
let us remember we are all one
as such, let us be only love
have only love to give and receive
in mahatma’s words, let us be the change that we want to see in the world
seek to consciously be with your creation
you are always creating
you are a creator, whether you intend to or not
consciously or subconsciously, you are creating your world around you
seek your art, discover it, work it, explore it, share it, give it to the world
do not let yourself be stopped by obstacles
distractions and diversions will always be there
pour your love into your creation
let your light shine and let it be a guiding force for you and everyone around you
last friday, communities all over the world gathered around to put people first, cars second
we took two parking spots, and made a public park for a day, with picnic benches, plants, balloons, laid back chairs, people and pizza
biking back home that day, i stumbled on this beautiful metaphor of a parking spot
a red sports car, covered in earth and grass, with a pig playing on top
imagine the possibilities
imagine the beauty that our cities could bring to our life
if instead of being surrounded by ominous machines, having our sidewalks embraced by grass, benches and art coming to our soul’s rescue.
to see our park(ing) spots, go here
there is a time for everything in this life
most times are for being balanced, safe and sound, warm dry land underneath your feet
yet every now and then comes a time for diving on to the cold water, into the unknown
if you have an open heart and mind, these are the times that help you grow
to be fearless and lovefull
taking the leap, steadfast in your love, in the present moment, at one with all
being truth, light and joy
these times, when anyone else would just but see darkness and cold, are the moments when you illuminate and thus bring light into this world
today is a day for fun, rest and relaxation.
for some people.
others, like don beto, are pushing their ice cream trucks up and down dolores park in hopes of a few dollar bills to send back to their family.
let us not just enjoy and be thankful for this beautiful day, but also remember those less fortunate who do not have the luxury to spend it in leisure, with friends and family.
as we go back to our daily jobs, let us work towards a day where poverty, hunger and ignorance are no longer part of anyone’s daily life.
let us love one another like we love our own.
let us share and care for one another.
let us remember that we are all one.
let your love shine and fill this world with brightness.
a beautiful metaphor of life, the flower.
starts out as nothing, until the plant senses that conditions are perfect.
it then quickly unravels, an explosion of aroma, texture, color and shape.
twisting and curving, shining like the sun, a gift to this world.
the flower is a universe that mediates the union of male and female to reproduce.
and, like all life on this planet, it comes, it grows, it blooms, and it dies.
how do we communicate?
we attempt to use numbers and figures, words and symbols.
but only too often, these are the grounds for miscommunication, which leads to confusion, fear, hatred, violence.
how else can we understand one another?
the language of the heart is universal.
if we could all tune in to our hearts and learn to love each other as one, communication would be easy.
a compassionate smile can say and do more than all the words the mind has ever created.