Be with those who help your being

Be with those who help your being.
Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don’t try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it’s too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?

Throughout out this love I became the river reflecting galaxies

 crossing boundaries; fluid dance, caring leaves 

Suddenly embraced by the falling flower

Secretly kissing the stars

Touched by the noon sun

 becoming cloud, rain once more river  

Restless running towards you

by Esmeralda

I was not looking for love

I was immersing into myself

My heart got surprised

You and I were always living together

In this realization I found my destiny:

To live from the source

Embraced in your love

Out of 'my' self into' our 'self 

In the divine dimension of this love    

By   Esmeralda

 Divinity had aloud the reunification of my soul with itself.

 While immersing in your eyes a carbon awaked as a diamond

  My heart is shining   

   by esmeralda

"In a universe that is suddenly deprived of illusions and of light, man feels a stranger. His is an irremediable exile ... This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, truly constitutes the feeling of Absurdity."
(Albert Camus, 'The Myth of Sisyphus').

 Life and I steadily grown apart, I became a stranger in the mist of my daily living.

Every morning, grief naturally arises, as I face our human condition. Absurdity and lack of hope gradually grows stronger.

 One more day that I step out of the bed, I face life and I face our human condition.

What is the meaning of being alive?

What role do we play in the universe?

We are small particles in a vast universe. We are animals walking towards evolution.

I never felt in love with life.

Life never made sense to me. In the other hand, I am always mesmerized by the beauty of nature, the purity of real acts of kindness.

 When I see a rainbow my heart sings love poems and I feel the depths of spiritual love, but still life does not make sense.

There is something really wrong with the way that we live life…

Some thoughts in a Saturday morning….

God I love you!

I feel your presence.

In this closeness to you

I rejoice day and night.

Your light nurtures me, sustains me, and enlightens my body and soul.

My heart is filled with love.

My love to you is a melody that rises above the mundane concerns.

The state of grace that embraces me is your response to song that my heart sings.

Maria- Esmeralda

My name is love,

I am the seed of all new beginnings.

I am the great work, the prima and ultima materia.

The philosopher stone.

I am all that could be conceived.

Through me the new man is born.

Through me the mundane merges into the divine.

I am the fire that keeps all things connected.

Today I call your heart to listen to my song,

to dance my dance, to unite sun and moon as a single entity.

Today, I proclaim the birth of a new world, the birth of the new man.

Today, the whole universe is silent, praising the dawn of a new time.

Today, divine love pulsates in all living things burning all that is not love.

Today, you and I are one.

Today, we make the dream a reality.  

Today, the entire universe rejoices in love.

Esmeralda Grunglasse

Escorregam- se da ponta das folhas o suspiro

Escorrem do orvalho as lagrimas da saudade

Lamentam-se nas ondas os sonhos

Sequem em voo os passaros

Brilham em fe as estrelas

Em responso burburilham as pedras

Reunem-se ao coro das pedras os lagartos,

as margaridas, o vento, as borboletas

Nesse Officium rhythmicum  alteram seu canto

fogo, agua, terra e ar

Para que em milagre se recuperem os amores perdidos. 

Esmeralda Grunglasse

Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Anais Nin