Badidamdu mythofacta promethea(profético&perfeito)

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Sunday, November 19, 2006

the sacred geometry of everything

a música é um mar infinito de expressão para explorar,
é uma teia gigante invisível
mas que se transforma em fios dourados
de essências de geometria sagrada
para quem consegue escutar,
o que só o silêncio consegue expressar....

fazes tapeçaria enquanto tocas piano

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

inspiração

há que polir os diamantes e podar as plantas!
depois dos mergulhos silenciosos e invisiveis,
há que pintar orquestras de vida
sentindo gratidão por toda a aprendizagem
e a consequente passagem ao próximo nivel!
cada novo ciclo limpa mais uma camada
da distorção da percepção.
deixai os estranhos estranhos sons soar!
deixai os estranhos sons entranhar
explorar, procurar, experimentar, misturar,
escutar para sentir o que está a ressoar,
a alma que se vai libertando,
com novos tons e harmonias e promessas de danças e folias!
feitiços mestiços misteliosamente originais inspirados por vegetais.
raios de sol são pautas musicais,
teatro,mímica,música - tudo ao mesmo tempo!
tudo misturado,
tudo em perfeita harmonia...
canalizando subtil sintonia,party line em telepatia!
sou um fantoche nas maos do vento da melodia.

Friday, November 10, 2006

laugh through your tears

laugh through your tears
you are the deepest of waters
you are the most violent of fires

some get stuck in the guilt
some get stuck in the pain
but our womb is an ocean of ancient wisdom

when we love someone we must use our skin inside out
it's the only way there's no way for doubt
we must swim as far as the horizon and reach the point of complete exhaustion
and still sing while crying as we come back to the shore

everytime we dive inside
we emerge healed and purified
with sunrise in our eyes
and that means no air
when you're down there

when i died i travelled in time
i already lost all the ones i will ever love
when i died
i knew from that day on
everytime i said hello it would also mean goodbye
very intense,
but really it's actually just about living in the present tense...
having faith in coincidence
having respect for consequence...

so i am living as if i had died
that's why i will always look you in the eye
you can see through me and know that for me
there will never be enough goodbyes
so this prayer is my lullaby

change is possible
and my wounds were healed by your beauty
listening to you made fighting with the tides become dancing with the changes
i can't even stare too long
or i'll get lost in this contemplation
even this poem is a bad translation
the songs write me
the melodies pull me like a puppet

and how can extremes be so close?
i just laugh through the tears

to touch people we must use our skin inside out
and that means no air
when you're down there

when i hear you
it's like i am also hearing the same voice which is inside of me
it's like giving birth
and slowly i come back and i remember
the peace of unity
i say peace instead of love
'cause love is still war

i'm in the dreamtime
and this is reality