The self journey

This world gave me the sense of being, a me identity and it

gave me a boat to travel the world to experiment and learn

about my self and what comes from my interaction with the world,

the journey of the self to know the self.

Life didn´t give us the how to use this me, that, we have to

 figure out by our selves alone, that is our work and it´s different 

and unique for each of us.

To unfold what is by being.

I see now that strength comes from within,

it has to be so in order to have roots, 

if your force would come from others, 

they could fail you some day when they need to

be for them selves alone so you better

work your strength using what life gives you,

that´s what it is for, to make you stronger and wiser.

And yes, we fail sometimes but that doesn´t mean

that you are bad or wrong, that only means that

you are training, like any other skill of the soul, 

patience, tolerance, faith, understanding,

we have to practice until it´s mastered and 

the tests appear for you to be able to strengthen  

those skills. How could it be any other way?

 Life is granting you the chance to 

grow throwing you nice surprises your way.

Along  our journey,  we have the beauty of the stars,

they chant the stories of those who have triumphed

 before us, that´s why they are shining.

"The self journey"

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This magical sparkle in your eyes,

this fire in your body,

this life your are breathing,

this self you are unfolding,

this song you are bursting,

this love you are growing,

it can´t be but an attempt to 

encounter the self.

The dreams I dream 

are of such a beauty

words would corrupt them

so I keep them in my heart

burning as a lotus fire.

And as I am I fill the space that wasn´t.

Thunder, the sound of strength,

it´s rumbling cry is beyond my understanding,

light, sound and power, digging into the earth, 

and the depths of my soul,

I am here just to observe 

and take those observations to a new

understanding of what is.

No one can see the way we do,

we can only share a bit of that vision

but it will never be what one saw

or understood.

Perhaps that´s the meaning of the Babel story.

The use of consciousness.

it never affects the truth of the observer

but the observer affects it´s own reality

by how it uses it.

Thanks to the world that is helping me

shape and understand my self in a way

that couldn´t be possible without it.