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When Love Beckons, Follow Him

Life comes in fragments. For every moment is about experiencing life.  However, experience is determined by myself and not the circumstances of my life. I have to be aware of these experiences.  Not to the stage of being in desperation nor to a state of expectations. I have to be in tune with the cosmic around me. With the divine connections constantly. To partner as one and not to let the ego demands to rule otherwise. I have to be very very still and allow every new experience to take place in my life without any resistance whatsoever. I do not have to do anything.  I simply have to be and let things happen. Life comes in fragments. Let each fragment be filled with 'I love you' and let it reset my BE-ing. Life comes in fragments.  Let the moment be swooned with 'Thank You' and let this gratitude expands my peace. Life comes in fragments.  Let me say freely and with realization 'I am sorry' so that the bridge towards Love is amend. Life comes in fragments. And

Live Towards Zero

Today, as I am making my conversation with the Divine, these very lines from a song come to accompany me. "Each day I live I want to be A day to give The best of me I'm only one But not alone My finest day Is yet unknown" Such is my inspiration.  Such is the tiny bud, within me, that is pushing through the hard shell of circumstance to reach the light of accomplishment. Every now and then, I let the unseen hand to inspire my thoughts and directed my sentences.  When such thing is happening, I make myself to surrender.  I make myself to be detached and confined myself to the present. I realize that the only thing that leaves me to continue is a firm faith.  That I must trust the moment.  That I must be courageous with the courage. There is only one courage and that courage is the courage to go on dying to the past, not to collect it, not to accumulate it, not to cling to it. I cling to the past, and because I cling to the past that I become unavailable to the present. I mu

Towards Transformation

Dear ONE, Thank You for giving me the opportunity to look within.  Thank You for the divine gift of wanting me to look within.  Be it not the best of everything that I might see but the insight of wanting to look within will give me the inner guidance towards change.   Towards transformation.  Towards purification. When I am inside myself, the impossible is possible.  It shall let me to see that I can be a miracle.  It shall, for my higher purpose, begin all my cleaning tasks.   All that is needed for me to be in alignment with Divinity.  All that pave my way to live in a loving world.  All that grant me with the highest realization that everyone I meet is my mirror.  Mirror of my thoughts, my words, my deeds and my actions. But I must make sure that the mirror is a beautiful form.  A reflector of wonderful image.   Only when I am positive that I attract the same thing.  The same goes should I cage myself negatively. Dear ONE,  present me with this awareness.  Fulfill me with understan

I Should Stop Complaining

Life's fulfillment finds constant contradictions in its path.  But those are necessary for the sake of its advance. My life is my universe. I am the world of the world.  I have my own vocation and the talent is the call.  But there talent will not be beautiful aspiration should I continue not to empty the mind.  It is in the nothingness of the mind, the empty of the glass, that talent conspires with everything of divine inspiration. It is in this state that a direction in which all space is open.  It is in this state that all of life faculties invite to the endless exertion. Peace begins with me. Should I am waiting for someone else to get happy before I do, then I have missed the point.  Then I have not understood the concept of life. I am like a ship in a river that runs against obstructions on every side.  These obstructions are my manifestation of my inner thoughts. My unshifted paradigm. To change it, I must have the passion to tidy my programs.  To clean every of past clutter