When I practice I empty my mind, like emptying a cup of tea, I clean it, I direct it towards the Source and allow Source to fill it up. Otherwise how can I be inspired? If my cup is full with the ideas/fears of my superficial mind/ego, how can I hear my heart, my intuition, my Divine guidance? By practicing I focus, by focusing I empty, by emptying I am filled with deep wisdom and guidance. I practice, I am, and I know that all is well.
There is a Poetry to life, a Divine Comedy of exquisite learning material.
With our ignorant eyes we create drama,
painting impossible restrictions on the walls of our senses.
we bathe in fear and launch unending if´s and must´s and only´s and when´s and
we hide behind our churches of scientific reason and
we hide under our beds of religious beliefs.
Yes there is a Poetry to Life, but not all poems are of it.
Don´t you Know? Every moment in this physical experience of Me
Every breath in this Cosmos, the ultimate playing-field of Conscience,
Is pure Poetry for the senses,
every movement is a new line of expressed existence,
every Realization a new page of unspeakable Beauty…
What of emotions and feelings!? are they not the winds that carry your boat across?
What boat do you build?
Build it to Your image
And navigate each word of Your Poem through this mighty sea we call life!
Ivan P.B. do Amaral (foto by Luis Filipe Amaral)