Poetry and other such pearls (Some poems are mine and some are of my favourite poets, interwoven here and there with a plethora of quotations, song lyrics, poetic videos and other "stuff" that I love). )O( Poesia e outras pérolas (Alguns poemas são meus e alguns são dos meus poetas favoritos, entrelaçados aqui e ali com uma infinidade de citações, letras de músicas, vídeos poéticos e outras "cenas" que eu adoro).
Most images posted on my blog, I took from the internet . If any author feels wronged in some way, please let me know and I will rectify it. Thank you.
A maioria das imagens deste blogue foram retiradas da Internet. Se algum(a) autor(a) se sentir lesado(a), peço por favor que me faça saber para que retifique a situação. Grata.
Wednesday, 17 December 2014
The Lightest Touch by David Whyte
THE LIGHTEST TOUCH
Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests your whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus deep inside
even the laziest,
most deathly afraid part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
- David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You and River Flow: New & Selected Poems ©2003 Many Rivers Press
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a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival,
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests your whole body,
steeling you for revelation.
In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus deep inside
even the laziest,
most deathly afraid part of you,
lift up his hands and walk toward the light.
- David Whyte from Everything is Waiting for You and River Flow: New & Selected Poems ©2003 Many Rivers Press
Wednesday, 10 December 2014
Sunday, 7 December 2014
Tuesday, 2 December 2014
"The spirit that moves me" by Patricia Monaghan
Photo by Lee Jeffries |
"When winter comes to a woman's soul, she withdraws into her inner self, her deepest spaces. She refuses all connection, refutes all arguments that she should engage in the world. She may say she is resting, but she is more than resting: She is creating a new universe within herself, examining and breaking old patterns, destroying what should not be revived, feeding in secret what needs to thrive.
Winter women are those who bring into the next cycle what should be saved. They are the deep conservators of knowledge and power. Not for nothing did ancient peoples honour the grandmother. In her calm deliberateness, she winters over our truth, she freezes out false-heartedness.
Look into her eyes, this winter woman. In their gray spaciousness you can see the future. Look out of your own winter eyes. You too can see the future."
Winter women are those who bring into the next cycle what should be saved. They are the deep conservators of knowledge and power. Not for nothing did ancient peoples honour the grandmother. In her calm deliberateness, she winters over our truth, she freezes out false-heartedness.
Look into her eyes, this winter woman. In their gray spaciousness you can see the future. Look out of your own winter eyes. You too can see the future."
Monday, 1 December 2014
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
Artwork of unkown Artist |
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
Weaver © Célia Paulo
Saturday, 29 November 2014
Friday, 28 November 2014
Wednesday, 26 November 2014
Art Leigh J. McCloskey & "Woman within"
@ Art Leigh J. McCloskey |
"We are wild sacred women. We are temples. We are leaders. We are shedding the shackles that keep our gifts hidden and welcoming the light into the darkest of places. We are each other's stories. And we are the truth and wisdom underneath the stories. We are the rupture and rapture of woman on earth. In this lifetime and many others. We are transmuting the deepest hurts into gold, to share as gifts with the world in love and service. The world needs women to rise now. And as global sisters, we need each other more than ever. Together we are waking the wild and together we are celebrating the sacred. For the generations we came from and for the generations in front of us."
cadencia, text found on: Woman Within International
Saturday, 22 November 2014
Friday, 21 November 2014
Curta / Short story: Uma semana... Sem rede!
Uma semana... Sem rede!
Célia Paulo © 2014
E assim começa...
Uma semana.
Sem internet.
Sem telemóvel.
Sem televisão.
De certa maneira escolhi a melhor semana para o fazer, pois
vou estar longe da minha zona de conforto. Da família e amigos. Da rotina do
quotidiano.
De certa maneira escolhi a pior semana para o fazer, pois
vou estar longe da minha zona de conforto. Da família e amigos. Da rotina do
quotidiano.
Admito que me sinto intimidada, até um pouco assustada. Como
irei eu lidar com a situação?
E se necessitarem de me contactar com urgência, e se houver
um estado de emergência mundial, e se… as possibilidades são infinitas.
No entanto, acho importante manter a menta aberta quanto a
esta experiência, pois, quem sabe com que situações interessantes e
surpreendentes me vou deparar.
Apesar de ter sido eu a decidir fazê-lo, por achar ser
importante reencontrar-me comigo própria e com o mundo natural, sem qualquer
interferência externa. Eu a querer ter esta vivência, não consigo deixar de
sentir uma certa apreensão.
Uma semana incomunicada, na comunidade Findhorn Foundation
que é uma eco-vila de educação espiritual e holística, na Escócia.
Aqui vou eu!
Sem rede…
Dia 1 – Lindo, maravilhoso, deslumbrante.
Tirando a área residencial, tudo à volta é verde. Floresta,
campo, hortas, jardins, e até um labirinto de urze mais alto do que eu.
Sou levada pela anfitriã que me foi atribuída para fazer o
circuito de boas-vindas à comunidade, e esta vai explicando-me como a “semana
de experiência” (que é como chamam a este retiro) é a maneira ideal de
vivenciar a dinâmica da vida comunitária na Findhorn. Desde a sua fundação em
1962, esta comunidade tornou-se conhecida pelo seu trabalho com as plantas e a
comunicação com os reinos naturais. Seu compromisso com a prática espiritual no
dia-a-dia e a comunicação com a inteligência da natureza resultaram em jardins
extraordinários.
A comunidade continua afirmando a interconexão de toda a
vida, através de estruturas espiritualmente, socialmente e economicamente
sustentáveis, incluindo o uso de técnicas de construção ecológicas, geração de
energia responsável, reciclagem e produção de alimentos orgânicos.
Nesta comunidade, todos colaboram nas tarefas diárias, na meditação
de boas vindas ao amanhecer, e a prece noturna de agradecimento pelas bênçãos
recebidas. O resto do dia é passado, desde que em conformidade com as normas da
“casa”, da maneira que mais apele a cada individuo. Há palestras, workshops e
várias atividades criativas e de desenvolvimento pessoal. O “lema” da
comunidade é que todos os participantes se sintam interconectados por uma visão
positiva da humanidade e da Terra.
Bom, só sei dizer que quando dei por mim o dia tinha
passado. Entre passear, ser apresentada a inúmeras pessoas de várias
nacionalidades, de tomar as refeições (elaboradas com os alimentos produzidos
nas hortas da comunidade), conhecer o espaço lindo de que vou usufruir durante
mais 6 dias e conversar animadamente com a Tracy (a minha anfitriã que já mais
me parece uma amiga de longa data), nem sequer me lembrei de que estava
“desconectada” da tecnologia. Acho mesmo que nunca me senti tão conectada com o
mundo que me rodeia e o que nele é realmente importante. Neste sítio
maravilhoso em que o sentido de comunidade é algo vibrante, vivo e quase
palpável, sinto-me em casa.
Estou entusiasmada com a perspetiva do dia de amanhã.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………............
Dia 7 – Pois é… a ideia inicial era de escrever diariamente
sobre esta minha aventura de “detox de tecnologia” e de “spa para a alma”, no
entanto, tenho vivido dias tão repletos de alegria, criatividade e comunhão
total com o espaço, as pessoas, a energia deste lugar fantástico, que… quase
que diria que perdi a noção do tempo, mas a verdade é que nunca me senti tão
“dentro” do tempo…
Aqui não há rotina, mas os dias que não registei por escrito
e que para sempre ficarão “escritos” na minha memória, passaram-se mais ou
menos assim: Despertamos ao nascer do dia com um “chamamento” musical de tão
harmoniosos sons que mais parece um coro angelical a dar-nos as boas vindas.
Juntamo-nos no salão comunal para a meditação da manhã, depois temos o
pequeno-almoço, seguido pela distribuição de tarefas (que tanto podem ser na
horta, como na cozinha ou noutro local que precise da atenção “da comunidade”),
e estas são sempre recebidas e executadas com boa disposição e muita gargalhada
pelo meio. Entretanto chega a hora de almoço, que é sempre um convívio muito
animado. A parte da tarde é quando temos autonomia para escolhermos em que
atividades queremos participar, o que não é nada fácil pois há sempre muitas
coisas interessantes a acontecer, desde atividades criativas (pintura com as
mais variadas técnicas e suportes, dança, expressão vocal, exercícios cénicos
de improviso, etc.), a palestras e workshops, ou simplesmente as caminhadas
pelos trilhos lindos de Findhorn (que foi por onde enveredei esta tarde, a
minha ultima desta semana que passou tão rapidamente, e que me trouxe aqui, a esta
colina verdejante de onde vislumbro um lago que reflete as cores do céu, e é
aqui, “nesta pedra cinzenta, onde me sento e descanso”, e onde tento, de alguma
forma, sumarizar a minha estadia aqui, nesta folhas de papel em que a tinta da
caneta vai desenhando a traços largos os contornos de sons, cores, aromas,
horizontes e sentidos, de palavras soltas, que assim, a cru, tão pouco refletem
desta semana que foi um dia, uma vida. Sei que o que aqui vivenciei, deixa-me
com uma “mala cheia de material” para refletir, aprofundar, pesquisar. Sinto
que isto não fica por aqui… Tem sido a experiência mais enriquecedora de minha
vida. Tenho adorado cada segundo e conhecido pessoas fantásticas e muito
interessantes. Tenho-me “puxado” para além dos meus limites de conforto e feito
coisas que nunca tinha feito (como limpar um galinheiro, ou exercícios a
interagir com desconhecidos em contextos de improviso hilariantes e às vezes
desconfortáveis (para quem como eu, ainda tem alguma dificuldade em
desvincular-me daquilo que os outros possam ou não pensar “das minhas
figuras”). Tem sido uma grande aprendizagem, quase diria que, um salto quântico
na minha evolução pessoal.
Tudo isto sem rede… Até tinha a sala de entretenimento com
T.V. e computador com internet, de que podíamos usufruir e que me foi mostrada
no primeiro dia, mas… não, quis fazer abstinência total.
Tive saudades? Sim, tive saudades de falar com alguns
familiares e amigos e de partilhar certos momentos com eles. Senti falta da
internet para fazer “um monte” de pesquisas de assuntos que aqui foram
falados/apresentados, e de adicionar “bué” de novos amigos no Fb, mas, para isso, tenho comigo
apontamentos que fui fazendo de tudo o que me interessou, e anotei contactos de
novos amigos, acho que, dos quatro cantos do mundo, para depois adicionar nas
redes sociais.
Do que senti menos falta foi da T.V. com as suas
incontornáveis (más) notícias das oito, novelas e mais novelas ou pior ainda, a
entorpecedora casa dos segredos.
Bom, vou levantar desta pedra cinzenta e dura… e pôr-me ao
caminho, que tenho um jantar agridoce que me aguarda não tarda nada (e não me
refiro ao tipo de comida que será servida, pois os jantares são sempre em
ambiente de festa, iniciando com a prece de agradecimento, seguidamente deliciamo-nos
com a excelente comida e com a partilha das experiências do dia, histórias, e
outros assuntos interessantes. Depois, por norma, à cantigas, guitarrada e
muita gargalhada, até à hora da caminha, sendo que esta noite e para mim será a
da despedida). Sei que vou divertir-me, mas também sei que vou chorar…
Agridoce.
Quanto ao dia de amanhã… Só espero que o mundo não tenha
acabado na minha ausência! J
Vision by Celia Paulo
Northern lights began to dance
with gossamer veils
Shimmering with silver light
Ever still
Radiant images
Gliding into one another
From the horizon to the dome of
the skies
The queen of the night with her
tiara of stars
Showed herself through the lights
As I stared mesmerised
I heard her voice in my head
Wake up dear wake up
One day it will all make sense
As for now hold the reins
And enjoy the ride
There’s no right or wrong
Only you make it so
Ride with your heart
And on the periphery of your
vision
Where sight meets intuition
You will find your way
Trust
Do what you do
Because it is your truth
Am I talking to you
Am I an illusion
She smiled enigmatically and faded
away
As Northern lights danced with
gossamer veils
Celia Paulo © 2003
Ah!... by Celia Paulo
Image of unkown source |
Ah! How can
I let you see
Can I let
you feel this sense of me
If it
starts with implicit accusations of betrayal
For not
being the perfect ideal
There’s
this and there’s that
There are
roses and there are proses
Dressed of
scent, of colour, of thorns
Undressed
in words
Of which I
do not know
If I show
myself or I hide
And so they
are part of me
Ah! This
trying to make sense
Of the
senseless state of evolutional wholeness
Reaching
for an ideal
Wanting it
perfectly delivered into being
Yet, can we
be open and still
Can we feel
the vulnerability
The shadow
of the soul in us
Tugging at
the egotistical coat we wear so well
Can we feel
our core
Without
shrinking back to hide it
Can we be
at peace with
And willing
to take it as our own
The very
thing that compel us
Perpetually
in its elusiveness
To the
desired mint state
Ah! And we
want a mirror
We want a
mirror of light
Yet, can we
be true to the desired reflection
Or are we a
distortion going into space
Reverberating
to reality
Holding us
on and on
On the ties of:
Ah! How can
I let you see …
Celia Paulo
©
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Saturday, 8 November 2014
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
Her Self ~ Kim McElroy
image of unkown source |
HER SELF
A girl child awakens to emotion early.
She seeks someone to resonate with.
but in her world
the adults have forgotten
how to truly express emotion,
and the other children don’t understand.
She seeks someone to resonate with.
but in her world
the adults have forgotten
how to truly express emotion,
and the other children don’t understand.
Perhaps then a part of her
names a manifestation
of her intangible feelings
in the form of the horse.
Somehow she instinctively knows
that the horse is a creature of emotion
who, like her
seeks someone to resonate with.
names a manifestation
of her intangible feelings
in the form of the horse.
Somehow she instinctively knows
that the horse is a creature of emotion
who, like her
seeks someone to resonate with.
For lack of a better role model
The girl becomes a horse in her imagination.
She plays the role of being dynamic and powerful,
passionate and free.
She longs to have a real horse
To share these feelings with.
The lucky girls get horses.
The girl becomes a horse in her imagination.
She plays the role of being dynamic and powerful,
passionate and free.
She longs to have a real horse
To share these feelings with.
The lucky girls get horses.
Others grow up
And sometimes they find their way back,
and as women
find the answers they have been seeking
in human relationships
in their relationship with a horse.
And sometimes they find their way back,
and as women
find the answers they have been seeking
in human relationships
in their relationship with a horse.
As a woman bonds with a horse;
Attempts to understand and interpret…
she is nurturing, facing her fears,
and moving beyond boundaries.
Essential lessons in any relationship.
Attempts to understand and interpret…
she is nurturing, facing her fears,
and moving beyond boundaries.
Essential lessons in any relationship.
And in this new, quiet communication
of touch and thought
intuition and expression…
she finds at last,
her Self.
of touch and thought
intuition and expression…
she finds at last,
her Self.
~ Kim McElroy
The Charge of the Star Goddess~Doreen Valiente (1922-1999)
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Hear ye the words of the Star Goddess,
The dust of whose feet are the hosts of heaven;
She whose body encircles the universe:
I am the beauty of the green Earth,
And the white Moon among the stars,
And the Mystery of the waters,
And the desire of human hearts.
Call unto your soul: Arise and come unto me!
For I am the soul of Nature that gives life to the universe.
From me all things proceed,
And unto me all things must return.
Before my face, beloved of all,
Let your divine innermost soul be enfolded
In the rapture of the infinite.
Let my worship be in the heart that rejoices,
For behold: all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals.
Therefore let there be beauty and strength,
Honor and pride, power and compassion,
Mirth and reverence within you.
And you who think to seek for me~
Know that your seeking and yearning will avail you naught,
Unless you know the Mystery:
That if that which you seek you find not within you,
You shall never find it without.
For behold: I have been with you from the beginning,
And I am that which is attained at the end of desire!
~Doreen Valiente (1922-1999)
Saturday, 1 November 2014
From ~ Alan Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
“As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering. Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.” How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?”
~ Alan Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
Friday, 31 October 2014
“Imagine a Woman” © Patricia Lynn Reilly, 1995
IMAGINE...
The image is of a statue by Oberon Zell-Ravenheart. The work is titled "Millennial Gaia Mother Earth." And can be found at mythicimages.com
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.A woman who listens to her needs and desires.Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past's influence on the present. A woman who has walked through her past. Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom. Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.A woman who sits in circles of women.Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
“Imagine a Woman” © Patricia Lynn Reilly, 1995
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.A woman who listens to her needs and desires.Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past's influence on the present. A woman who has walked through her past. Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom. Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.A woman who sits in circles of women.Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
“Imagine a Woman” © Patricia Lynn Reilly, 1995
Thursday, 30 October 2014
Wednesday, 29 October 2014
The Green Bough: A Little Morning Magic by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
The Green Bough: A Little Morning Magic: Sometimes The Call really is. . . . a call, complete with caller id. (And sometimes a synchronicity is just too much fun not to share.) ...
Come Alive by Howard Thurman
Não se pergunte o que o mundo precisa; pergunte-se antes o que a faz sentir viva.
E, em seguida, vá e faça isso mesmo.
Porque o que o mundo precisa é de pessoas que se sentem vivas .
Howard Thurman
Neale Donald Walsch ~ Universo Místico
Religion encourages you to explore the thoughts of others and accept them as yours.
Spirituality invites you to put aside the thoughts of others and to have your own.
Tuesday, 28 October 2014
"...perfect in being what it is..." ~ Longchenpa ~
Since everything is but an apparition,
perfect in being what it is,
having nothing to do with good or bad,
acceptance or rejection,
one may well burst out in laughter.
~ Longchenpa
Friday, 24 October 2014
~ Tao Te Ching ~ 6th Verse ~
The spirit that never dies
is called the mysterious feminine.
Although she becomes the whole universe..
her immaculate purity is never lost.
Although she assumes countless forms..
her true identity remains intact.
The gateway to the mysterious female
is called the root of creation.
Listen to her voice...
hear it echo through creation.
Without fail.. she reveals her presence.
Without fail.. she brings us to our own perfection.
Although it is invisible.. it endures;
it will never end.
~ Tao Te Ching
6th Verse
is called the mysterious feminine.
Although she becomes the whole universe..
her immaculate purity is never lost.
Although she assumes countless forms..
her true identity remains intact.
The gateway to the mysterious female
is called the root of creation.
Listen to her voice...
hear it echo through creation.
Without fail.. she reveals her presence.
Without fail.. she brings us to our own perfection.
Although it is invisible.. it endures;
it will never end.
~ Tao Te Ching
6th Verse
Monday, 20 October 2014
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