Spatiu cu Sens

Category: when I forget

  • from fairies, with love

    from fairies, with love

    in ultima noastra intalnire, FairyGodMothers mi-au oferit iubire la pachet… la propriu…

    am oferit una alteia biletele, cu iubire pe ele, intr-un plic…

    plicul meu e plin de iubire! 🙂 <3

    pana zilele am deschis plicul de trei ori (cate un biletel nou de fiecare data plus recitit cele deschise inainte), iar ultimele zile… traind multe momente mixte, printre care si de pierdere, deznadejze, jale, suparare, disperare, tristete adanca, lipsa de incredere, vina, repros… am deschis din nou plicul… si azi le-am “epuizat pe toate…

    am primit iubire…

    scriu aici ce am primit… sa nu uit si sa pot sa recitesc oriunde as fi… si poate cand “pierd” plicul.

    dragile mele, sunteti cu mine… in momentele astea in care am mare nevoie…

    si ma gandesc si la ce v-am scris eu pe biletel… un biletel mic, ce nu poate sa incapa tot ce voiam si vreau sa exprim… nu pot scrie “la comanda”…

    poate ca daca nu dau coltul in viata asta prea repede va voi spune fiecareia in parte sau va voi chiar scrie o scrisoare de mana, la fiecare, ca sa incerc sa exprim… sau poate doar va voi purta in suflet, asa cum o fac deja de mult… si va trimit metta cand stau jos…

     

    ma intorc la plicul meu cu iubire…

    le pun, aproximativ, in ordinea in care le-am deschis…

    Iulia,

    ce senzatie de joaca, dans si libertate, senzualitate imi aduci cu tine, cu imbratisarea ta.

    Zambet frumos si larg, brate iubitoare.

    Drumuri in curgere, sa mergi cu lumina, impacare, implinire si iubire.

    A.

    Draga zana Iulia,

    te imbratisez cu mult drag, sunt mereu alaturi de tine, esti o femeie minunata si ma bucur enorm ca am pornit impreuna in aceasta calatorie.

    Te iubesc!

    intelepciune

    acceptare

    blandete

    Te iubesc

    femeie care cu puterea,

    cu puterea ei, puterea ei

    deschide pamanturile, pamanturile

    Imbratisare

    R.

    Te iubesc Iulia, copilul Soarelui si al Lunii! Femeie minunata si radianta! Zana care mi-a deschis intaia oara usa spatiului acestuia.

    M.

    Fa o plimbare in ploaie… cand simti

    IULIA

    For some reason our journeys have met.

    Pare ca avem drum impreuna

    pare ca, for some reason, avem inca de TRAIT

    tot suntem aduse impreuna

    asa ca… suntem

    Esti frumoasa

    Esti curajoasa

    Esti puternica

    Esti sensibila

    Esti…

    multumesc pentru fiecare clipa in care ne vedem.

    Cu drag,

    E.

    Draga Iulia,

    Iti sunt atat de recunoscatoare! Te-am simtit atat de aproape, inca de la inceput. Da, cu adevarat, ai fost zana mea. Am descoperit la tine multe oglindiri ale mele, multe valori pe care mi le doresc si eu sa faca parte din mine. Tu mi-ai aratat cat e de important sa ma regasesc, sa ma iubesc, sa ma descopar, sa am curajul sa fiu eu. Te-am simtit de-a lungul acestei calatorii ca un ghid, ca o calauza blanda si iubitoare.

    Imi place energia lucrurilor primite de la tine. Poate de aceea la port cu atata placere si simt ca mi se potrivesc foarte bine.

    Te iubesc si iti multumesc tare, zana mea iubita! Esti minunata!

    Te pup si te imbratisez!

    A.

    Iulia draga mea,

    Bine ai venit acasa! Asa te simt… ACASA!

    Vine cu Pace si cu Bine! Chiar si cand e greu.

    Sa-ti fie acasa si in continuare, in locul si cu oamenii cei mai potriviti.

    A.

    Vinzi voie buna… nu rosii :*

    Eu de la inceput te-am simtit ca un vulcan de iubire si spatiu de manifestare. Suflet liber si aventuros ce esti si pentru care iti multumesc!

    T. <3

    Here when you need me

    Urmatorul vine cu o inima mare, cu picatele, cu inimoare in inimioare… cu o crenguta de Mana Natura…

    Pentru I(<3)uli(<3)a Sara (cuprins intr-o inima mare)

    Licuricii te iubesc……..<3

    Marile te iubesc………..<3

    Aerul te iubeste………..<3

    Eu te iubesc……………..<3

    Padurea te iubeste ….<3

    Iulia <3

    Cararile noastre s-au intalnit din nou pe pe bucata frumoasa de drum.

    Multumesc ca esti in viata mea!

    Iti doresc sa iti fie drumul lin in continuare, cu pace si multa iubire.

    Te imbratisez cu mare drag.

    Te iubesc <3

    S.

    Urmatoarea e ca un pachetel, ce contine ceva…

    Draga Iulia

    Voiam sa iti pregatesc un cadou, dar si dori (mi-am dat seama) sa te folosesti de contactul meu si sa ma chemi cand ai nevoie, oricand ai nevoie… de o zana… sau defalt de mine, asa cum sunt :).

    Cu imbratisare,

    E.

    Si primeste o pietricica, de la Mama Pamant, de la Cupole… puternica, tare, stabila, claditoare, rece, calda, prezenta

    Urmatoarea e un evantai…

    Draga Iulia,

    In tine am vazut cea mai mare vulnerabilitate. feminitate si siguranta in acelasi timp.

    Multumesc pentru cand te-ai deschis si cum te-ai deschis!

    D.

    Urmatoarea e ca un origami… ca o broscuta (sare peste cap! :)) )… un avion sau o racheta…

    Suntem cu tine

    Impreuna!

    ma voi intoarce la plicul meu cu iubire ori-de-cate-ori voi simti…

    cu plecaciune,

    <3

  • Krishnamacharya and all the humble spirits

    last night around 4 am I woke up with Krishnamacharya in my mind and heart.

    I am reading these days “Yoga and the Living Tradition of KRISHNAMACHARYA”, written by his son T.K. V. Desikachar with R.H. Craven… and feeling so grateful to further discover the humbleness of this… man.

    last night I had this deep feeling of gratefulness for all the spirits that touches my life and brought me to this moment… spirits what keeps humanity living, what cares for life…

    all came to me last night…

    my father come to me… the first time when I met humbleness in this lifetime was in my father… he was offering so much for this world, in his context, without asking for anything in return, having this deep trust that all is good… and being good and doing good just as a way of living… i recognized this later… when he was not around in the physicality.

    Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh come to me… he offered my a glimpse of what love and life can be… lit my life in some of the most “darkest” moments… moments that got me into the light… his humbleness offered me hope… i always knew there is something grater then me and my “issues” and he touched that in me… he was gone from this physical world when I found him… but so grateful to live some of my lifetime when he also lived (departed 1990).

    Buddha, Saya Gyi U Ba Khin, S.N. Goenka (departed 2013), Adi and all the teaching assistant of vipassana that I met come to me… when I met Rodica at Dumbrava… I felt she’s humbleness embodied… one of the the most soft , loving (metta) and determined (adhitthana) women i met in this lifetime.

    i remember the fourth morning of my first vipassana retreat, 24th of August, 2007, 4 am, my mind didn’t want to wake up to go to the meditation hall (“I am tired, I want to sleep”)… I knew the the hall was full, I was still in bed… judging myself heavily for that. she came to my room, put on the light and with the softest-loving and firmest voice I’ve ever heard she said “it’s time for you to come, we are waiting for you”. and she stood there, her eyes down, in noble silence, creating space for me to pass the door, holding me soft in her heart… no trace of judgment, felt her love giving me power to stand up and move…she was the one whom I feel supported by, in the moment I entered the full hall waiting for me – noticing later that was the most shameful moment of my life :).

    Rodica it’s always in the background of the Dumbrava Vipassana Meditation Center… like a beckon… holding the space with her love, compassion and humbleness.

    then Pantajali, Nathamuni, Krishnamachyara (departed 1989), Desikachar (departed couple pf days ago)… all this lineage what brought and continue to hold the teachings of Yoga into the world.

    I woke up this morning wanting to specifically know more about Krishnamacharya… I WANT to be on the MAT, to know him (his qualities) through his teachings… and not only…

    most of the times I go to the mat (or sitting) I invoke these great spirits and in closing my sittings send metta to all the people who are touching my life, opening myself to all these spirits…

    I feel humble and grateful living these times… surrounded by the people I am surrounded… living along with great spirits who deeply care for this world and for the people… for keeping humanity human… for bringing back the true nature of us, for efforts that they… we 🙂 [mind: “is this humbleness?]… put in for remembering, manifesting who we are in our pure true essence… for looking at the veil of illusion, delusion… for recognizing the power that lies within…

    on to the mat…

  • the four enemies

    As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to ask him once more about the enemies of a man of knowledge. I argued that I could not return for some time, and it would be a good idea to write down what he had to say and then think about it while I was away. He hesitated for a while, but then began to talk.

    “When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty; his intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize, for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning. “He slowly begins to learn… bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid. Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyieldingly. His purpose becomes a battlefield.

    “And thus he has tumbled upon the first of his natural enemies: Fear!

    A terrible enemy… treacherous, and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed at every turn of the way, prowling… waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest.”
    “What will happen to the man if he runs away in fear?”
    “Nothing happens to him except that he will never learn. He will never become a man of knowledge. He will perhaps be a bully or a harmless, scared man; at any rate, he will be a defeated man. His first enemy will have put an end to his cravings.”
    “And what can he do to overcome fear?”
    “The answer is very simple. He must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step in learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task. “When this joyful moment comes, the man can say without hesitation that he has defeated his first natural enemy.”

    “Does it happen at once, don Juan, or little by little?”
    “It happens little by little, and yet the fear is vanquished suddenly and fast.”
    “But won’t the man be afraid again if something new happens to him?”
    “No. Once a man has vanquished fear, he is free from it for the rest of his life because, instead of fear, he has acquired clarity… a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning, and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed.

    “And thus he has encountered his second enemy: Clarity!

    That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds. “It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete. If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will fumble with learning. He will rush when he should be patient, or he will be patient when he should rush. And he will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more.”

    “What becomes of a man who is defeated in that way, don Juan? Does he die as a result?”
    “No, he doesn’t die. His second enemy has just stopped him cold from trying to become a man of knowledge; instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. Yet the clarity for which he has paid so dearly will never change to darkness and fear again. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for, anything.”

    “But what does he have to do to avoid being defeated?”
    “He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him any more. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power. “He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him.

    But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!

    “Power is the strongest of all enemies. And naturally the easiest thing to do is to give in; after all, the man is truly invincible. He commands; he begins by taking calculated risks, and ends in making rules, because he is a master. “A man at this stage hardly notices his third enemy closing in on him. And suddenly, without knowing, he will certainly have lost the battle. His enemy will have turned him into a cruel, capricious man.”

    “Will he lose his power?”
    “No, he will never lose his clarity or his power.”
    “What then will distinguish him from a man of knowledge?”
    “A man who is defeated by power dies without really knowing how to handle it. Power is only a burden upon his fate. Such a man has no command over himself, and cannot tell when or how to use his power.”
    “Is the defeat by any of these enemies a final defeat?”
    “Of course it is final. Once one of these enemies overpowers a man there is nothing he can do.”
    “Is it possible, for instance, that the man who is defeated by power may see his error and mend his ways?”
    “No. Once a man gives in he is through.”

    “But what if he is temporarily blinded by power, and then refuses it?”
    “That means his battle is still on. That means he is still trying to become a man of knowledge. A man is defeated only when he no longer tries, and abandons himself.”
    “But then, don Juan, it is possible that a man may abandon himself to fear for years, but finally conquer it?”
    “No, that is not true. If he gives in to fear he will never conquer it, because he will shy away from learning and never try again. But if he tries to learn for years in the midst of his fear, he will eventually conquer it because he will never have really abandoned himself to it.”

    “How can he defeat his third enemy, don Juan?”
    “He has to defy it, deliberately. He has to come to realize the power he has seemingly conquered is in reality never his. He must keep himself in line at all times, handling carefully and faithfully all that he has learned. If he can see that clarity and power, without his control over himself, are worse than mistakes, he will reach a point where everything is held in check. He will know then when and how to use his power. And thus he will have defeated his third enemy.

    “The man will be, by then, at the end of his journey of learning… and almost without warning he will come upon the last of his enemies: Old age!

    This enemy is the cruelest of all, the one he won’t be able to defeat completely, but only fight away. “This is the time when a man has no more fears, no more impatient clarity of mind… a time when all his power is in check, but also the time when he has an unyielding desire to rest. If he gives in totally to his desire to lie down and forget, if he soothes himself in tiredness, he will have lost his last round, and his enemy will cut him down into a feeble old creature. His desire to retreat will overrule all his clarity, his power, and his knowledge.

    “But if the man sloughs off his tiredness, and lives his fate through, he can then be called a man of knowledge, if only for the brief moment when he succeeds in fighting off his last, invincible enemy. That moment of clarity, power, and knowledge is enough.”

    The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge by Carlos Castaneda

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