In Oglinda

Pentru ca una din activitatile mele preferate este sa citesc, m-am gandit sa impart si cu voi impresii despre cartile care mi-au placut.

Recomandarea de astazi este o carte aparuta recent: “In Oglinda” de Zandra.

Spre deosebire de alte carti pe tema  revelatii paranormale,  informatiile legate de spiritual din aceasta carte sunt mai subtile, imbracate in povestea vietii unei artiste care ne vorbeste despre intrarea ei in lumea de “dincolo de aparente”, “in spatele iluziilor pe care le-am creat cu totii”. Infatisate sub forma unor evenimente traite de personajul principal, relationam si noi cu intamplarile ei spirituale si nu in ultimul rand, cu povestea de iubire care se infiripa la sfarsitul cartii si care ne lasa curiosi sa citim continuarea in al doilea volum din seria Cartea Vietii.

Cartea se poate gasi  la un stand de ziare/reviste de langa Tribunalul Mare (in fata Blocului Turn – Calea Victoriei) din Bucuresti. De asemenea, mai este disponibila prin comanda, trimitand un e-mail la adresa: povesti.si.ceai@gmail.com.

Iubire

Vorbeste-ne despre Iubire

 Cand iubirea va face semn, urmati-i indemnul,
 Chiar daca drumurile-i sunt grele si prapastioase,
 Si cand aripile-i va cuprind, supuneti-va ei,
 Chiar daca sabia ascunsa-n penaju-i v-ar putea rani,
 Iar cand va vorbeste dati-i crezare,
 Chiar daca vocea-i ar putea sa va sfarme visurile,
 asemenea vantului de miazanoapte care va pustieste gradinile.
 Fiindca, precum iubirea va incununa, ea trebuie sa va si crucifice.
 Precum va face sa cresteti, ea trebuie sa va si reteze uscaciunile.
 Precum ea se ridica la inaltimea voastra, alintandu-va ramurile
 cele mai fragile care freamata in lumina soarelui,
 Tot la fel va razbate pana in adancul radacinilor voastre,
 Zdruncinand inclestarea lor cu pamantul.
 Asemeni snopilor de grau, ea va secera.
 Va treiera pentru a va decoji.
 Va vantura spre a va curata de pleava.
 Va macina pana la inalbirea fainii.
 Va framanta pana ajungeti foarte supusi,
 Ca apoi sa va harazeasca focului sau,
 si sa puteti deveni painea sfanta la ospatul divin.
 Toate acestea vi le va da iubirea, pentru ca, astfel,
 sa va puteti cunoaste tainele inimii, si astfel sa deveniti
 o parte din inima Vietii.
 Dar daca, stapaniti de teama, veti cauta doar tihna si placerea dragostei,
 Atunci e mai bine sa va acoperiti goliciunea si sa iesiti din treierisul iubirii,
 Spre a va intoarce in lumea fara de anotimpuri,
 unde veti rade, dar nu cu intreaga voastra bucurie
 si unde veti plange, dar nu in toate lacrimile voastre.
 Iubirea nu se daruie decat pe sine si nu ia decat de la sine.
 Iubirea nu stapaneste si nu vrea sa fie stapanita;
 Fiindca iubirii ii e de-ajuns iubirea.
 Cand iubiti, nu trebuie sa spuneti “Creatorul este in inima mea”
 ci mai degraba “eu sunt in inima Creatorului”.
 Si sa nu credeti ca puteti croi singuri drumul iubirii,
 fiindca iubirea, daca o meritati, va va arata drumul spre ea insasi.
 Iubirea nu are alta dorinta decat aceea de a se implini.
 Dar daca iubesti si trebuie sa ai dorinte, fie ca ele acestea sa fie:
 Sa te topesti si sa devii izvor ce susurul in noapte-si canta;
 Sa cunosti durerea prea marii duiosii;
 Sa fii ranit de intelegerea iubirii
 Sa sangerezi de bunavoie si bucurandu-te,
 Sa te trezesti in zori cu inima inaripata
 si sa inalti multumire pentru inca o zi de iubire;
 Sa te odihnesti la ceasul amiezii si sa cugeti la extazul iubirii;
 Sa te intorci impacat acasa la ora amurgului;
 Si apoi, sa dormi inaltand in inima o ruga pentru cel iubit,
 iar pe buze un cantec de lauda.

Kahlil Gibran

Freedom

Remembering this song, sent by a friend a few years ago and reading another friends’ blog now, I felt like writing again. Just to express what I feel, the life I have discovered only recently, even though it was there since I came on this Earth. But restricted by the rules of society, my spirit had been sadly limited and I had forgotten how to really breathe, how to really enjoy the sun, nature and… well, everything there is.

I had forgotten that I can choose my own way, that no one knows better than me what is right and what is wrong, what I want to do and what I don’t want. I had forgotten that if I let myself be guided by my Inner Being, my Spirit or however you want to call it, it will surely lead me to where I was meant to be. I had forgotten that I should just let life “happen”. And that all those who give me advice, they might mean well, but they’re not living in my shoes, so considering their words, I should go with what I truly feel I should do.

What I have found to be true for me and maybe it is true for you too – that we are living in times of profound changes, some subtle and some not so subtle, but the truth of the matter is that whatever is happening affects our souls and changes it.

All those prophecies about what is going to come or what already took place or didn’t,  honestly, I don’t care about them unless I feel it with my whole being that it is so. But my conclusion is that my days seem brighter, the world looks different, I feel the people around me differently – I’m changing! And I’m sure I’m not the only one.

So, however you want to call this, it’s happening and “signs” are everywhere – in our own universe, that is, in our heart! And then we find them materialized in the outside world.

I’m not a spiritual guide, I’m not a master of any sorts, I’m just a being that’s really enjoying the experience of living on this Earth now and I just wanted to tell you that it’s wonderful! So, open your hearts more, really feel the others and everything around you – the colours of this world have changed, the sounds have changed, we are changing!

This is what I feel. That’s all.

Living!?

I hurt. I love. I laugh. I cry.
You know what – I feel!
I hope. I dream. I create. But I am also the one who destroys.
You know, we are all creators in this universe!
You smile. I laugh. He shouts. She rises her face to the Sun. He howls at the Moon.
We are! In this impossibly beautiful place between the Sun and the Moon. In the centre of it all.
I dreamed I was here. I dreamed I was you. You dreamed you were me and then we all dreamed about everything there is – the same energy that flows through you, flows through me and only then do we realise that we are All There Is and All There is us and then and only then will we be able to fly to the Moon.
It makes no sense to you, does it? Just felt like writing about this world and the next. About the one I saw in my dreams and in yours.
About the smiles of the children playing in the dirty streets outside this room, about the endless sky that we all gaze at and try to reach every time we say a prayer.
About the animals outside this space we made for them. About their right to live, about the way they give so much love, about the way we could all love them and see them, “feel” them for who they really are.
About all those things that are around us, but we ignore, but we could get to know if only we opened up a bit.
You know, the world could be different – it could be heaven on Earth because heaven is something we alone can create for ourselves. As well as happiness and love.
Just truly live for once, please!!!

Allegria

“The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Love of life

A bird in a corner. Four walls surrounding my freedom. The gilded cage. Trapped.

I hear a song. A lullaby for things gone.

I rest my head on my pillow and dream. A dream of you – my dream. A memory is shaking loose from my troubled long past. Dividing the sequences.

I left.

I’m gone. Through puzzles I fly. Unknown to you, unknown to all, my secret shall reveal. Too bad I, myself won’t get to see it.

It’s a chronicle. Of a bird. It’s a song that’s never going to get sung.

I stumble. I fall. I stay. Alone. I hear your breath and feel the smell of death. As it was that day. When they took you away. You were trying to escape. Only, your little body couldn’t stand the damage and it gave way to numbness and then, you were cold. You took the beating of the cage, trying to break it. Your little sparkly eyes that gazed ahead – to the light. To freedom.

The outer world. Beyond the cage.

We had a dream, you and I. To sing a song. In a tree somewhere. Gazing at the Sun. Feeling the warm breeze caressing our feathers. And just swingin’ to the jazz on a branch, we would be madly in love with laughing.

That’s all.

That was our little dream. Or maybe not so little after all.

And besides, you know, we wouldn’t have lasted the winter. We weren’t delusional. Just starving for freedom. And, you know, dear friend reading these lines, we just wanted a moment of freedom.

Just a taste.

Just a touch.

Just a smell.

Just a song.

Just a dream.

Just a cloud.

Just a tree.

Just some grass.

And the Sun – in our hearts.

And that, my friend, would have made it all worthwhile. Because, you know, – let me tell you if you don’t – that’s what life is all about. Oh, yes, my friend! That perfect moment, just one – of being, of breathing – LIFE! It doesn’t get much better than that.

This is the story. Of a bird and its little heart. Glorious sunshine all around. Someday, we will make it out. I’m just waiting for my next life to come.

Did you truly live today? Take a moment to think about it. That “smelling the roses” never gets old.

Heart…strings

You feel like you’re alone. And yet you’re not. You think you fell too hard this time to get up. And yet, you do. You think everything is lost. And yet, when you allow yourself to open up again, you realize so many possibilities are opened for you. You just have to take a chance. Again! With your heart, with your emotions, with your life.

Colours… everywhere.

The red nose and cheeks you get from the winter’s cold.

Taking a walk in the snow.

The smell of spring.

The laziness of summer.

An autumn rain.

From heart to heart… they sing.

It’s a song with notes you don’t get to hear until you allow yourself to laugh. Again. For the first time in a long while.

To trust again.

That everything will be alright.

That life doesn’t give you more than you can handle. And it always gives it with love. As after every painful situation you go through, you come back stronger.

I woke up thinking – today is not a good day. In fact, it sucks! But maybe, just maybe… after my self pity party is gone, I’ll see the sun again.

The sun in my heart. The sun in my friends’ hearts.

Life will be beautiful again. And actually, if I were honest, I think it’s always beautiful – because, you know, we’re here!

I just… want to be able to allow myself to be completely opened to the happiness that’s waiting for me… at the end of today. No later than tomorrow.

But please, allow today to be a little grey!