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To find
unity
In the mosaic of life.
To find
stillness,
In movement and action
To allow
and to become
What is already there,
Forever existed
And never will cease.
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The autumn in Brazil
Heat and moisture
A perfect
climate to hatch
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The sacred
circle
An open door
Towards other dimensions
Of this life
Usually experienced
Through
the narrow attic window
Of
our education.
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The candle
on the alter
Burns at the rhythm
Of our work
In the sacred circle
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The flame
In our heart
Burns at the rhythm
Of our thirst for living
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The dance of the crystals
In the vortex
Drop the idea to understand
Trust your intuition
In the moment
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When
the symbols
Assemble one by one
We grow
And make place
To accommodate them
In the
unlimited space
Of our Heart
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Look at
The dancing flames
Brother Bear
The clan of wolves
The stargate
Are in your hand
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Each morning
The rising
sun
Offers
an occasion to grow
An invitation
to take
Our place
in this world.
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Where are we coming from?
Where
are we going to?
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Foam
Born on top
Of the waves
Seated
as a king
For the time of a roller
Proudly white
At the top of the waves
Thinking to be in control.
It lands
Very soon
On the beach
Drying and dying
In the sun.
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Every
morning
After one hour of meditation
We left for the beach
To greet the rising sun
And to offer this body
To the strength
of the rollers
To offer
the separated ego
To the foam
Of the waves
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When the dazzling sun
Of our Soul
Rises in the heart
The clouds
Of confusion
And the darkness
Of ignorance
Dissipate without effort.
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Of course it always rains somewhere on the sea
A question of point of view .
There is always a corner of blue sky elsewhere.
When
seen from high above,
In a single step one crosses the ocean.
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Nature
Is an open book
Ready to teach
To the one
Who listens,
And looks.
But you
need to slow down
And open the inner eye
In the heart
Where lies
The source of the universe.
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