At the end of this journey...

At the end of this journey through life our bodies will remain;
Swollen bodies because of going to death, to hate, to the shore of the sea.

At the end of this journey through life our trace will remain;
A trace inviting others to live.
At least that is the reason that I am still here.

We are prehistory that the future will possess,
We are the remote annals of mankind.
These years are the past of Heaven;
These years are some kind of agility
that the sun is using to draw you in the future;
They are the truth or the end, they are God.

The ones remaining are those capable of smiling
in the midst of death, in broad light.

At the end of this journey through life
a cure of love and time will remain;
a gauze to wrap an old pain.
At the end of this journey through life
our bodies laying under the sun will remain,
just as white sheets remain after love.

At the end of the journey is the horizon,
at the end of the journey we will leave again,
at the end of the journey a new path starts,
another good path to follow as we count the sand with bare feet.

At the end of the journey you and I are untouched.

The ones staying are those capable of smiling
in the midst of death, in broad light.
In broad light

Silvio Rodriguez

Video dedicated to my uncle Fernando Rene Giron. He died of stomach cancer on 6/16/2011-
Music by Silvio Rodriguez "At the end of this journey" (Al final de este viaje).

The short dream of the eternal sleep

In order for me
to be
the walls need to fall
dissapear

as I
am not a thing contained
in a body
and I
am not the thing outside

I am the inside
and the outside

is
the mind
of the mortal
the mind
of the short dream

"It, starts from here
and ends over there"

repeat
and repeat
I started to believe
and now
i find my self inside
constantly longing to be out

Let me out
let me be



by:

Say I am You

I am dust particles in sunlight,

I am the round sun.

To the bits of dust I say, Stay.

To the sun, Keep moving.

I am morning mist,

and the breathing of evening.

I am wind in the top of a grove,

and surf on the cliff.

Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,

I am also the coral reef they founder on.

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.

Silence, thought, and voice.

The musical air coming through a flute,

a spark of stone, a flickering

in metal. Both candle,

and the moth crazy around it.

Rose, and the nightingale

lost in the fragrance.

I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,

the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,

and the falling away. What is,

and what isn't. You who know

Jelaluddin, You the one

in all, say who

I am. Say I

am You.


Poem by Jelaluddin Rumi

A Moment Of Happiness

'A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.'

Rumi