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Balancing

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We were doing balance exercises, and on the first attempt, we lost balance. On a second attempt, too. On the third, more or less, but always we ended up on the floor. This happened with the fourth and fifth day of the week, the seventh day of that a bit strange month, of the year and the years, of the past and present very present, or present almost past…

What do we know! It was not easy. Gravity was not easy. You will not believe it, but seriously whenever we concentrated the eyes at one point to “focus”, we thought of gravity. We looked at the feet and legs, sometimes the face and we said: GRAVITY STAY! LEG, TAKE IT EASY! ARM, TAKE IT EASY! Stop making ugly faces. Push the floor. Sometimes it worked… but, what hot and heartbreak!

The point is that this EQUILIBRIUM happens in the same way with the speaking and listening. How many times we put it in the middle? That’s why everything is so divided and polarized, because we are not trying. Communication skills cannot be “practiced”.

There are no excuses for serious, inspirational, good, compassionate conversations, where we let the connection flow forever. There are no excuses! We just have to focus completely on the person, without distractions. Make a type of interview. Ask and show interest in the content. Nullify ourselves. Let it flow without control on subjects. Naturalness is the prettiest of being.

Disappointments, misunderstandings or clashes come just because we want to talk. Silence! That is the practice that we adopt in us. To listen more. Conversations are not promotional or control spaces, are learning spaces and interest on the other. Sometimes we will lose balance… but we continue practicing. GRAVITY, OBEY!

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Stretching

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Stretching cat

Those moments when we get closer to the letters, we touch the eloquent silences face to face.

After that, we are led to stretch at various levels, guided by the instructions of consciousness.

And trying to stretch, we also stretch the soul. It dilates to grow and alludes to our true purpose: to serve Him.

We don’t stretch as an act of routine, legalism or exaltation, but by the aroma that takes fly whenever we launch the look at the sky. That’s how we are restored.

Stretching is to think within the silence, with the contemplative mind of a non-palpable state but as real as ourselves.

It does not always hurt to stretch, but when it hurts we arrive to unexplored parts of the soul and this of course reaches the body. It’s ethereal air looking for refuge.

We remember that pain in our fragility… our reverence to the greatest of the great. We feel the incomparable Majesty.

Stretching brings us back to the original state in which the DNA sparkled. We come back to the jungle oxygen to share life with the same trees that are our mirror.

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Conference of cows

Conference of cows

We drove through there, in a green place of Costa Rica. We were enjoying great heat and light of that national environment…

The car had to back down, we could not ignore that detail that was so penetrating to the eyes: a conference of cows.

So it seemed. But what they were talking about? They had serene looks, relaxed, but at the same time a line of complicity with tones of concern loomed over them.

Could it be that the comments were about humans? Were they enjoying life? Were they resting and telling stories?

What was behind their skins, between their eyes and the animal silence? How important objective were they facing?

Perhaps some were thinking and ignoring others? Were they doing a kind of meditation?

Did they notice our looks and questions? Did we connect and exchange ideas?

Many questions were diluted into our car, and gradually the memories of that dust came from which all of us come… Life! So interesting and mysterious!

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The paradise of the soul

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Meditation shadowless letters, just rays guiding the scale… Touch, touch, touch that world outside of the laws of physics.

Down and up. Up and down. Alteration movements that create the musicality of the yearnings. Secrets come out of lightning padding of the book: light as a foundation.

Thoughts delve into the letters. Activate and activate that creation out of our common way to deplore or project.

All energy succumbs with loyal yellow sunset, yellow peace. Meditation is the great REST. Return to and the Eden.

Those spots are removed, they think can illuminate, but about light they know nothing. In community we recover the source. Resolutions and miracles. Even-handed actions. Sensitivities.

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That light

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— How have you been?

— Fine, everyone fighting.


— Courageous! That’s what’s most important. These struggles bring us closer to the light.


— Absolutely! We have to remove every shadow. We have always had that light: our God. I am inspired.


— It is within us, the chaos we sometimes see just covers it, but at the moment we begin TO BE, TO LIVE and TO THANK, everything begins to adjust. The light takes its place.

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Daughter-city

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Female revelation. Daughter, wife, mother. From the mount with water fountains. A poetic expression that speaks of her deep fields of light for the world.

It’s a place with picturesque interpretations: a hill as fortified city, a city with temple and throne, an image of separated woman.

The representation conceives a center of creation, sacred actions that awaken the goodness of Heaven to connect with the Earth.

The principle is manifested, the revelation of divinity. It is home inhabited by the presence expanding as warm green with glow of another dimension.

Space to announce his eternal kingdom. It’s not the daughter of a city, but the daughter-city. A special relationship between him and her is looming. The defense is from Above. Protection.

The daughter-city appears as a place of refuge for those who want peace.

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The silence

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We have forgotten the silence. We wanted to transform it “in something”, devaluating its spirituality.

We have forgotten the silence, without worrying about attracting the consciousness, the essence of the unit.

We have forgotten the silence, but that expresses love, compassion, wisdom, friendship.

We have forgotten the silence. That taste that pushes for reflection, holding moments of meditation with us and the Creator.

We have forgotten the silence, to bring intuition. That which wake up with worlds of calm.

We have forgotten the silence, a mysterious field within us, which has been set to be discovered and trained.

We have forgotten the silence that takes us beyond time and space… Where we fix ourselves, where we do better to illuminate.

We have forgotten the silence because we are afraid of what people will say. We have forgotten that it’s just pauses, not by fatigue, rebellion or lack of words, but of respect, love, discernment.

We have forgotten the silence, the ingredient of integration and unity. That which makes us comprehend and understand ourselves.

We have forgotten the silence, which keeps, cares and nourishes our words. That which protects the privacy of our thoughts.

We have forgotten the silence, an absent language with presence. Which drives a journey into the depths of love. It is feeling without verbalization.

Author: Fernando Latouche
Website: Ser Luna
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