Tuesday, May 31, 2011

THE GOOD FIGHT by Paulo Coelho


"Those that choose society’s dream convince themselves that this is what they want – but this is a short term illusion. Those that face the risks of following their dreams, brake away from the collective illusion. They pay a price but they find their reward in their own hearts. This is the good fight in my eyes." 

"The Good Fight is the one we Fight because our heart asks it of us. The Good Fight is the one that's fought in the name of our dreams."




(Art by Jesus Tirado)



Never Give Up Your Quest for Love



Never give up on your quest for Love. 
It is this quest for Love that makes Nature and Humanity abreast of the Sacred Flame of God. 
It is this quest for Love that keeps the Soul of the Universe alive.


THE SPARK OF WAR (A Poem)



I was half-awake and dreaming
With one foot on the ground
And one foot on sea, floating
I heard your thunder calling
I saw your lightning 

A gentle voice in midst of war
In battlefields that seemed so far 
But closer to me
So close I could see
The wounded and fallen
The exiled and hidden 

Enveloped in fear 
Blood, sweat and tears
Splashing and drying
Pouring and lingering 

Much like a wall of graffiti 
Of doubt, desire and duty 
Much like the wall I built in me
Within my deep blue sea

With same wounds and same tears
And same doubts and same fears
A myriad of tainted armor
Marking a lonely warrior

I ran to you for I was lost 
A homeless heart and mind at loss
For words to end the haunting phase
For sunlight and a soul embrace

The thunderstorm that held my breath
Has died a natural death
Silenced by the moon above
Night was filled with sacred love 

I longed for this....
For whispers I would never miss
And moments that would let me see
The spark of God in you and me




J.C.


(First Written 3.14.11 at 3.11 pm)


JUST BE (A Poem)


Be the hand that you wish to hold
The secret that you'd like unfold
Be the song that you need to hear
The story that will bring you tears
Be the clouds that will fill your skies
The wings that will let you fly
Be the magic that you want to see
The poem that will let you be

Just be...

Monday, May 30, 2011

THE EMBRACE (A Poem)



Do not call on me
I hear you
The wind whistles
Your midnight song

Do not reach out
I feel you
The rays of your sun
Collides with my skin

Do not look for me
I see you
I close my eyes
And you embrace my soul
 




8:40 am

(Art by Felix Mas, Spain)

FOLLOWING YOUR TRUE PATH ~ 11 QUESTIONS


I think we all get to ask ourselves these questions at certain points in our lives... today I thought of putting them into writing.


1. Do I do the things I do for my own happiness or for the happiness of another person?

2. Do I want to do this for a prolonged period?

3. Do I take pride in doing it?

4. Does it nurture my Soul?

5. Do I support a worthy cause?

6. Do I preserve the sanctity of Life?

7. Does it encourage me to create joy, to be a source of positive energy or the opposite?

8. Do I discover new things, do I learn something from this?

9. Does it put me in alignment with my Soul or do I feel inner resistance?

10. Is it all worth it?

11. Does it make me smile at the end of the day?



Sunday, May 29, 2011

A SONG FOR GAIA


Your message...
It is loud and clear
Piercing through
My atmosphere

Calling in my skies
Burning in my land
Fleeting in the ocean
Weeping on my sand
Shaking up my ground
Summoning the rains
Fading in my snow
Rising in my veins

I hear you
I feel you so...

I will not let you go



J.C.


Photo by Annushkka


INNER HARMONY



Find the harmony within you and you will find harmony in almost every aspect of your life. It is only when you recognize your inner voice, your inner peace and strength will you be able to see the beautiful love affair between the moon and the sea, the birds and the bees, the land and the caves, the tides and the waves, the clouds and the rain... the joy and the pain.


Photo by By MeAli-ADK 

"What is PURPOSE?"



Someone asked me today,"What is PURPOSE?

 I say purpose is not really something that is out there to find, I think it's something you know from the get go, something you have been trying to resist all your life, because you're bound and programmed to do something else and it keeps knocking on the door of your heart, until you open up and listen, and when you finally do, it liberates you, and the world around you... because you love it, you're passionate about it, you are self-driven, there is joy in self-creation, there is a new light and energy, there is Spirit... and you finally understand what you came here for.



J.C.


Photo by Tania

Saturday, May 28, 2011

MIRROR VISION (A Poem)


An endless sky
A sea of love
A dance of light
I see above
A sacred space
A bed of stars
So wonderful
A dream you are




J.C.


Photo by TJ




ON SPIRITUALITY


SPIRITUALITY is not a commodity. There is no season for it, no trend to follow, no age preference. There is a path, you pave on your own. You will have teachers but that doesn't guarantee anything, I know this for sure though, the inner child is the best guide, and humility is the beginning of all learning. It means giving up the preconceived in order to conceive. It is deeply rooted in joy and a great sense of self-worth. There is no 'standard', no 'rule'.... The rule is freedom, conscious freedom, as a way to liberate the soul. Some choose to be close to nature, some choose to live their passions, some choose to go back to their roots. Some choose to pray harder, some choose to serve others and dedicate their lives to a worthy cause. This is all honorable, anything that nurtures the Soul is honorable. Spirituality is learning to dance with the music of the world, the song of life... It is awakened by music... the music that one hears when he or she begins to listen from the heart.





NICE THINGS




Write something nice... and if you can't write, cook something nice... and if you can't cook and write, sing a nice song... and if you can't write and cook and sing, paint something nice... and if you can't write, cook, or paint, take a nice picture... and if you can't do all that find something nice to do ... the possibilities are endless...Just create something nice because doing nice things make you feel nice... and those around you too... and this feeling sets your world in nice harmony. 

♥ 




J.C.



Art ~ "Conscious Creation"~ By Liz  



THE ENEMY WITHIN


The way to deal with hate, anxiety, oppression..all known as FEAR -- when someone throws it your way is to look at it straight in the eye, without acknowledging war... Let it realize that it cannot engage in battle, and its efforts are futile. In the end, its hunger for strength will only reveal its weakness. It will walk away and lay down its weapon and sooner or later realize there is no war, and the only enemy it saw was the enemy within. 


Friday, May 27, 2011

Life is not complicated...



Life is not complicated. Life is not hard. It is not a prison. It's just a lot of things going on... priorities we call it... and all these things we place in the hands of time. The more worries we have the more time rules over our lives. When we are left with the only things that matter, time will be kinder to us, and life will not be so hard, and we will have more freedom.



THE FIRST STEP



Before you ask for well wishes, make your own wish
Before you seek for learning , learn from yourself
Before you look for inspiration, inspire yourself
Before you forgive others, forgive yourself
Before you ask for prayers, write your own
Before you light up another's path, light your own path
Before you sing to the melody of a heart, 
sing the melody of your heart
and before you search for love outside, search for that love innate
The root of all your hopes will stem from deep inside you
The life of all your dreams will stream from your soul
The truth is in your intentions
The first step is within




JC

First written on April 18, 2011
Photo by Florent Courty

HYMN OF A ROSE (Poetry for a Woman's Heart)


✿•✿•✿•✿•✿•✿

Her charm and grace
Her dull and haste
Her water and wine
That fills your mind

Her thought and care
Her glance and stare
Her cry and song
That brings you dawn

Her scent and skin
Her frown and grin
Her young and old
That you can hold

Her grasp and touch
Her gaze and watch
Her laugh and tone
That takes you home

Her hand and face
Her move and pace
Her love and wrath
That paves your path

Her light and shadow
Her smile and sorrow
Her slave and lord
That finds your sword

Her ground and throne
Her blood and bone
Her kiss and breath
That saves your death


✿•✿•✿•✿•✿•✿


1/16/11 10:10am


THE CYCLE OF CHANGE AND THE CIRCLE OF LIFE


We need to constantly remind ourselves that the earth is changing, everyday it is going to change. Change is inevitable. Our divine blueprint is mapped out in the earth's form, shape, and natural course -- the circle of life. It moves, it rotates, it decays, it renews, it moves again. We need to constantly move along, if we stop, if we resist, we do not grow. We need to be strong enough to dance to the song of the wind, we can all dance together. We need to be steadfast and ride along with the raging waters, these are the same waters that will lead us back to shore. Everyone can help in making the ride bearable, we can steer the ship in the right direction, if we think as ONE nation, ONE force. We all have each other, and this alone will calm the ocean.


J.C.


Photo by Gerda Van Rossem

Thursday, May 26, 2011

WARRIOR DANCE (A Poem)



Beyond the path of the eye
The Son of the old Sky
Takes a different pace

Forged by the hands of the Sun
There is a movement
A drum beat of emotions
Uniting fingers with strings
And palms with air

A rain of harmony
Images of spirals and waves
Of growing light and shade
As he strikes the slow winds
That pass

He listens
To the earth percussions
And becomes one with
The sound of Truth

The Warrior leaves
A trail of Grace


~ o ~




J.C.
6:26 AM



"THE THREE ROOT POISONS" by Khandro Rinpoche



A mind that cannot remain in the fundamental ground of awareness is continuously shifting and creating judgments of liking, disliking, or neutrality. 



This path of division is the way the mind works. Why are we so distracted? From morning to night, the body is moving, speech is moving, mind is moving, and the constant movement creates action. How many of these actions of body, speech, and mind are based on sanity, generosity, compassion and tolerance? And how deeply embedded with anger, desire, or ignorance; contaminated with selfishness, laziness, jealousy, and irritation; and distracted by other inner and outer wanderings? When we realize that all of this confusion is built on a foundation of useless concepts, we begin to see why samsara is called "suffering". 

To really understand suffering, think of the magnitude & intensity of the suffering caused by grasping.

The four words to write down and stare at every single day are: 
SANITY, GENEROSITY, COMPASSION and TOLERANCE

Try to avoid:
ANGER, DESIRE, IGNORANCE, SELFISHNESS, LAZINESS, JEALOUSY, IRRITATION 

~ "This Precious Life" by Khandro Rinpoche (a female Tibetan Buddhist lama)


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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

THE GENTLE ROSE (A Poem)


It is in these brief moments
Of unexplained joy
That humbles me,
Enough to say that
There is a force
That will melt the stone
Enough to say that
Love conquers all
And even prison walls
Will bow down
To the gentle rose




J.C.

10:30



STUNNING BLUE


Shades of blue are not always for the blue
Shades of blue are sometimes for the red
The orange, the yellow, the green and the purple too
The sun is not always orange or red, or yellow
Because today it is a stunning blue



J.C.


Photo Source

THANK YOU (A Poem)



To the lost and confused,
thank you for inspiring me to lead.
To the learned and wise,
thank you for inspiring me to remember.
To the daring and vigilant,
thank you for inspiring me to fight the good fight.
To the proud and triumphant,
thank for inspiring me to celebrate.
To the passionate and spirited,
thank you for inspiring me to dream.
To the joyful and free,
thank you for inspiring me to dance.
To the witty and humorous,
thank you for inspiring me to laugh.
To the peaceful and grateful,
thank you for inspiring me to live.
To the kind and gentle,
thank you for inspiring me to love.
To the broken & beaten,
thank you for inspiring me to heal you.




J.C.


Photo by Gerda van Rossem



MYSTIC FIRE (A Poem)



I like to hide behind the forest and the trees
so I can watch the wolf lingering
among the wild flowers,
they blossom with every stroke
of his gentle faithful Spirit.

I like to hide behind the forest and the trees
so I can see the romance beneath
the stillness of the hour,
where the mist engulfs the smoke
that invades our sacred space.

I like to hide behind the forest and the trees
so you can catch me fading in the night
or see me rising in the break of dawn,
where my light can touch your face
and cast a beautiful shadow.

 




Photo "Mystic Fire" by Florent Courty 



ONE EARTH. ONE SOUL. ONE LOVE (A Poem)


Just like the Wind, Love dances... 
so let your Soul dance along with it

Just like the Water, Love cleanses... 
so let your Soul cleanse along with it

Just like the Sun, Love shines... 
so let your Soul shine along with it

And just like the Earth, Love heals... 
so let your Soul heal along with it.



J.C.




Photo by Florent Courty

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

LOVE IS DIVINE



Love is divine...
So divine that
When one decides
To open the heart
The soul has no 
other choice
But to shin
e





J.C.


(Photo by Rolando Burbon)

FREEDOM IN LOVE



The moment you let go of that fear of loss in love youll actually start gaining more love, you'll start seeing love everywhere its ridiculous & amazing. You'll ask yourself why didn't I see this before? & you begin to doubt if your crazy, & you couldn't explain the lightness of your being when it's really just the reward one gets from letting go of blinders, of a crippling energy. Only love can set us free this way.

J.C.


FAIRY TREE (A Poem)


My dream is like a Fairy Tree
Sowed with love in the heart of me
One whose light never dims
And branches never trim
It stands firmly on my Spirit's soil
Amidst tremors or vicious toil
Like a spring that's flowing and pure
Nourishing and bringing cure
To thoughts of death and fear
And hopes afloat in hidden tears

My dream is like a fairy tree
Sowed with love in the heart of me
Bearing sweet fruit, yielding much
All for those my life has touched


4/22/11, 11:22


MOTHER BIRTH



The earth is giving birth to a new age, and just like any birthing event there will be evident transformations of energy, a shift in universal emotion, a shift in universal perspective. Much like any mother about to give birth her labor pains will be felt across all corners of the world, much like contractions the toils will come in waves, so we must remain calm in the process, and ride along with the rise and fall of tides, we must hold her hand, and let her breathe... and nurture her body and soul as she goes through this turning point. It is such a wonderful time to be alive...There is unexplained joy, and hope... and despite all challenges there will always be a reason to celebrate. When we sing, when we dance and laugh....the child in her will sing and dance and laugh too. We need to take care of the earth this way, at all costs, because we are the earth, and we are the child inside her too -- the child that holds a new light of BEAUTY, a new light of LOVE, a new light of WISDOM and a new light of TRUTH.


∞ ~ ☼ ~ ∞ 


J.C.


STUDENTS & TEACHERS



We are all students and teachers of this world. As students we must remember 3 things : to observe, to reflect on the observation and to make our own choices based on what we have observed. As teachers we must remember one thing : To encourage our students to do all these 3 things.

J.C.

ON EMPATHY


EMPATHY is a virtue that is rooted on unconditional love, for one cannot truly empathize unless one can channel the truths of another soul and unless one can be an extension of another’s sensations. In order to manifest this, there must be a shift. The heart must rule over ego. When the ego is controlled, the need to judge is set aside. When the need to judge is set aside, the universe will reveal its truths.



J.C.

REAL EYES (A Poem)


I want you to be strong for me. 
I want you to break down those walls. 
I want you to see me, 
and to see yourself in me... 
I want you inside me.




J.C.

Photo by Nat'l Geo Society




BALANCE




Balance is something that is up to us to discover
and the universe to uncover
Balance can only be uncovered through
Taking risks
Stepping out of the comfort zone
Seeing the other side of the wall
Valuing both time and stillness
Acknowledging both sides
Both waves of the spectrum
Allowing both forces to collide




J.C.

Photo by Michael Vincent Manalo

Monday, May 23, 2011

BLESSED BE THOSE WHO LOVE...


Blessed be those who love -- unconditionally, with such enthusiasm and gratitude , accepting the true essence of their being and seeing the light in the temple of their souls. It is not easy to love unconditionally for this means detaching and flying away from the many of preconceived needs of the flesh. But the hunger of the heart exceeds the hunger of the flesh, and those who love with all their heart has nourished their souls with Faith so Divine it is difficult not to be touched by their presence. Stay close to these loving souls, who sing the song of their heart, so you may hear the song of your heart and be one with them in their song-- igniting the spark of God in all.




WHISPERS


Seek not the silence of the world around you
But seek the silence of your heart
To hear the whispers of your angel spirit
Who cradled you from the start


Photo by Ellohine

THE SUN AND THE CLOUD



War is only necessary to those who believe in ownership-- hero or villain they are both destroyers of peace. Those who engage in war create war. It is fueled by the strong desire of the masses to reclaim freedom. 

But let me ask you this, if you believe that what you need is yours now, and it has always been with you would you lay down your weapon? If you believe that tyranny triggers the behavior of rebels will you wage war against nations, and war against your government? If you believe that majority wins then you believe that freedom lies in the force of majority. Should we not hold hands and work together on becoming the opposite of what we fear rather than succumbing to the force of what we fear? Do we not let fear thrive if we allow it to feed on our anguish? 

Or even worst, do we not become the very object we fear when we attack it? How many men, women and children have died in war? How many lives have been wasted reclaiming the freedom that was never lost? I used to believe in vigilance that leads to death and martyrdom, but what if, just what if, we start a harmonious rebellion. 

Freedom is our birth right. It is in our hands. We are just programmed to believe that we have lost it. I liken the power of the common man to a sunbeam, and as collective force, the world becomes the sun, for when the power of the suns rays penetrate one dark cloud, that darkness can only submit to the light. It has no other choice. It will vanish in the light.



J.C.

BREAKING WALLS



YOU ~ above all things, are the source of your own miracles, and if something touches you, it is because in some way you tore down a brick in your wall so it can reach you. 


There is no limit to the miracles you can summon once you break down these walls and once you see the magic behind letting go.



Open your heart to this infinite gift.



J.C.



A LOVE THAT KNOWS (A Poem)



You know me so well that you know how to lose me,
And how to find me again...

You know me so well that when you find me again,
The wind around me blows...

You know me so well that when the wind around me blows,
The trees sway on your end...

You know me so well that when the trees sway on your end,
My heart begins to beat...

You know me so well that when my heart begins to beat,
My love becomes your light...

You know me so well that when my love becomes your light,
My shadow is your friend...

You know me so well that when my shadow is your friend,
My weakness turns to strength...

You know me so well that when my weakness turns to strength,
My strength becomes your weakness...

You know me so well that when my strength becomes your weakness,
Your heart begins to speak...

You know me so well that when your heart begins to speak,
My whole world starts to listen.






Photo by Schin Loong


WINDOW SHOPPING FOR THE TRUTH (Poetry of the Seed)




I'm window shopping for the truth
'Cause the elders told me
They're on sale right now

I'm not buying anything
'Cause my folks didn't give me enough
To spend on one truth
My dad put all his trust on Wall Street
My mom .. well she never buys anything
She trusts nothing and says nothing out there is fool proof
She makes her own truth, home made stuff
and she seems to be happy with it
and though it's good, and relaxing
and there's ethnic music all around us
and the house smells of scented candles
it doesnt satisfy me
because it doesn't tell me anything
About who I am
What I must become
Or if I'm doing the right thing

I only have enough trust to spend on
The truths that my friends sell me
'Cause it helps, somehow
Like truths on boys
Or truths on friendship
Whats real and whats fake
What's hot and what's not
So I'm window shopping
Because I can't afford to
Put all my trust on one truth
No not just yet
I walk past all these shops
And look at each one from a distance

Some shops have huge bright signs, so welcoming
Some seem exclusive, some with open doors
Some are packed with stars and lights celestial things, so cosmic
Some have a cross, some have none
Some are quiet and spacious with lots of bald clients
Some seem quite sensual, too sensual
I had to stop staring
And kept going

I was afraid to go in and enter any one of them
I'm afraid that if I go in
I might never go out
Or if I do, I won't even recognize myself
I see a lot of me out here
Wandering...
Wondering
If there really is one
Some were impulse buying
Some took a while to buy as they were being convinced, 
but gave in

I walked a few miles away to a quiet corner
A dimly lit pathway
It's quite dark, but its actually nice
Just to have a view of all shops
From where I stand
They all seem to offer something

I want to buy one
I really want to belong

One of these days
I'll figure it out
But for now
Maybe I'll just hang out here
And keep it this way
In the middle of this dimly lit path
Window shopping for the truth


~ o ~

Written on 3.07.11