Esmeralda's Place

"O valor das coisas não esta no tempo em que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que elas acontecem.Por isso, existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas imcomparáveis". Anonimo

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

With you I feel at home.

 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

Bertrand Russell:

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

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

I am here, in your inner being.

I am the “perfect relationship”

I am a “love story”

I am your teacher, your guide,

I am your guardian angel.

Through out us, God is alive,

Through out us, God performs acts of kindness.

I am here, and we are one.

Esmeralda

"A mother who has worked a lifetime to bring up not only her children but also those of people poorer than herself is greater before the Eternal than the pedantic theologist and the so-called adept so proud of his purity. This is an instinctive truth which strikes people without any need for demonstration because it is a truth that applies to all levels. "

"Joan of Arc had never read a treatise on strategy nor seen a battlefield but she defeated at her first attempt the greatest tacticians of her time! How could this be? It is quite simple: because she surrendered completely to the Divine Will and did not question the Invisible as would have done an adept of the intellectual plane. "

Papus

The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.

If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.

When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us.

As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you.

One thing we know - there is only one God. No man, be he Red man or White man, can be apart. We ARE all brothers after all."