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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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Rainy afternoons

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Rainy afternoons,
The millions of drops falling,
The strong rays
And the crazy wind,
They look so much like you.

You wet the dryness of my soul,
The desert of my cells.
You light sparkling
My heart,
And as swirl,
You raise me up in the air
Of my hackneyed despair.

You travel through my body like rain:
Cold, abundant, overflowing,
Getting out like rivers
Of the limits of my being.

That’s why,
When I look at the sky
And the clouds are crowded,
My soul feels your heartbeat.
I perceive them strident,
throbbing,
Right there where it hurts…
Where you are not…

Author: Gabriel Cordero
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Always a gentleman

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Nothing is mine. You put everything in from my eyes to my hands. Nothing I’ve done has been because of me.

You have always been there, taking care of the letter or softer sound, taking care of any potential idea.

I’m just a creature that you created to deliver secrets, smiles, talents, gifts.

You hide to make us shine, but that’s because you’re a gentleman.

Our dose of ego is strong… but deep inside we know that everything belongs to you.

Everything good and bad comes from you. My “I” is nothing. You are the master and lover of my being.

You have blown the greatest gift: the breath of life to move and be that pure expression of beauty.

Leave your hiding place Creator! Leave it to see you and love you!

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