I Am Nothing

Nothing I am , nothing I have

just  a small bulging spark of fire

swinging  in favor  of fate

taken by the wind to distant places

Nothing I am, nothing I wish or claim,

nothing but a leaf carried by the wind

torn apart from the branch that gave  life

taken by the breeze and  the swaying of time

Nothing more than just desert dust

drifting away by capricious breezes

crossing deserts through the ages

not knowing where  to finally  reach

Just a drop of water immersed in the vast sea

brought by the will  of waves

returning  into the sand after a long journey

to kiss your feet once more

With empty hands from thousands raids

aromatic flower essences have found

who had  pity on my deep wounds

balm of piety were their hands  to my soul

In my weakness they were my strength

fallen with me in the storms

and with me rose up to follow the way

together we wiped away our tears

If I ever  had  shone at certain time

was just the sun rays that  pitied me

giving   the  warmth and light

disappearing in the twilight of a day.

I am nothing, my hands are empty

I have walked thousand roads

I've climbed hundreds of mountains

my skin is leathery from the desert  heat

I am nothing in this world of vanities

where many pretend to be what they have never been

strutting their ego with wishful thinking

unaware that not  a single ray of light is their own

Those  who stand on the top of their glory

created by their own illusions

easily blown by the winds of time

vanished  into thin air, consumed by fire

Ephemeral dreams  dissolved in the vastness

only pain they leave behind, only debris on the road

for those being awaken from a dark dream

and suddenly realizing they have nothing and nothing they are

I am just a small spark

that looks for its radiant Sun, to submerge in it

while  climbing the paths of life has reached a peak

in my great loneliness, I have looked only for light

I am nothing, I have nothing

came looking for a drop of your honey

a drop of your clear water

a ray of light for this sad heart

The power of Mind

To Think

Very strong creativity force

Powerful driving force moving universes

Able to illuminate this darkness

They ignore you in this world

You are creative and vivifying force

Your ideas float in the air

Condense and create ethereal forms

Finally taking real shape

The power of out thoughts

The world does not know

Our thoughts

Are clear and full of light

As we think, that we are

Divine thought

The world does not know your power

Because he used you bad sometime

Let our souls be

Clear radiant waters

Flooding from that  light

To use you

And change this world

A single molecule with the thought

Focused and well used

Has the power itself

The universal movement

Divine thought

Give me wisdom

To use you ..

01-feb-96

Mendicants for Love

We live this life for love

We suffer because love is absent in our lives

But many times we have banished it from our side

Even so , love keep coming  to us in many ways

But we are not able to perceive it..

Love is union, union of souls  and our Creator

Union through other souls

Others  that really need  us

But we refuse to give that little piece of mine

We suffer from lack of love

But we are unable to give it

Because we think and believe

Perfect love is waiting for all souls

When love is coming from inside our own hearts

Love comes to those

That simply have a willing heart

For those who have achieved inner peace

And are able to suffer for others

Love comes to those who have prepared for it We are Mendicants for Love  When we have neglected to possess it      Many times when having it next to us    We reject and despise it   Look down on those who have reached    To win a love , that has kept hope    Love is not for searching , love is   waiting for   When we have a heart capable of loving   We are not worthy of being long  And still love appears again in our lives   And again we fail to see it  Because in our weakness we've been blinded    Because we have not enough light to see the love You will crawl on the earth You will sink into the quagmire Seek the neglected Finally find  for your planting field is dry Is not fertile for such a noble seed. And drag your misery And cry a thousand times Strip you of your clothes Lose your skin, you will become dust. And so, your tears and your own dust Your sadness and suffers Fertilize your dry field To once again come to you The great hope to tell you: Come to me,  I've searched  you For centuries and always you have run away from me. And from the field of poverty We began to beg for love And they  deny it from us,  Those who are fools like us before. Those who are not able to get that fire And keep the light within themselves We have produced so much darkness around us We  have to clean our own  field You have to clean our clothes Have to clarify our waters. This suffering is scorching fire, Curing and cleaning  your soul magnifies And strengthens and makes you want to more forward It reaches the expected Who so often despised. And in your desperation You  give those you asked for and despised And desperately looking whom Miss  what we already have And believe in your repentance not deserve Thousandth of what you give and how grateful you solitude. And in that quiet solitude Hear a voice Does not come from any body Which has no sound Comes from inside, very deep inside And says, here I am, I've always been here Even though you despised me , here I was, But you did not want to feel me, and now that you open your heart Now that you open your doors to me permanently Let me to accompany you in your loneliness That never will be it anymore. And we cry  thousand times, Because we are  mendicants  for  love And do not believe our selfs  that someone we despise so many times Comes to us in that significant way To fill our world of anxieties And we will not desire for  anything else. And give yourself to him As a child to its mother And you will join him, Because you will  never want to separate  from him anymore And so you become a real lover For  his name you  will die a thousand times Nothing seems to outweigh the happiness The joy of having love. Even at the cost of death. We are the mendicants for love.

Riders from the Dark

In this beautiful land have been sent

Shining rays of light

Beings able to perceive that ,ourstanding light

That does not burn, which makes us understand

That gives us warmth in the middle of winter darkness

Are sent back to us for one last time

For men to understand

Men often have turned off the   lamps

Being in deep darkness for long ...

Once more have been sent when the earth awakens from a long slumber

When many are able to see the light and follow it

They are among us again

Can not distinguish them at a glance

Many ask, How they are ?.... Where they are ?

Although its origin is sublime

Can not be distinguished at a glance

Look like everyone else

Born and have grown with us

To distinguish them we must pray for the enlightenment

Humbly ask to be sent the shining light

Offered to all who sincerely seek for  it

As a refreshing rain ... like the light rays of a sunrise that iluminate everything

As the heat of the sun after a dark, cold night

We just have to prepare for it , in our inner self

An amphora inside us is ready to receive that light

Need to be complety flatten  and then start to radiate outward

Unfortunately for many this internal space has been filled with garbage

So we should clean it as much as possible and thus have more capacity for filling light

Qe must be prepared to receive that light in abundance

To fill happiness as we have never experienced   enlightening ourselves and around us

We just have to be careful

To discern because the other side, and also for a last time

Have also been unleashed dark riders

They look  men to take within them

But not to seek the happiness of man but of themselves

They have been given a lot of intelligence ... and know how to use

To manipulate men, even the most prepared

Have the people skills, they know what the man wants to hear.

Know the magic words and the gentle men want

They need to be heard, need to be leaders, their ego is constantly asking for it.

Many-headed dragons are grown in the dark

Is their last chance, and will prove to men.

Again we wonder, where are they?   How they are ?

Only in this light we can clearly distinguish

The truth is only one and shines ... can not be changed

Only in the darkness, where man can not tell

These dragons of poverty, they are very clever.

Going to take this truth and use it against men

Are wolves in sheep's clothing, subtly manipulating the light

Only against the enlightened they can not

Their falsehood will be discovered, because they can not hide

Because the light is falling, and darkness will nor preveal

To protect them in their delusion ..

They only cause pain and misery all around

Can not sustain the lie again

His words fall like sand castles

Their empires will be carried by the wind, destroyed by light

They carry the darkness were they go, generate pain and sorrow

Known by its fruit the tree can not produce happiness

When they do not understand, because they have no light shining on their own

Thieves, who use the brightness of other peoples to manage

Are very clever, stop your little light goes off

Can not handle the truth brought by the truly enlightened

Their false sounding words are empty

No more symbols remain in the dark

The truth is plain and simple and supports the fury with which it is attacked

By riders who sought to destroy the dark again

They only leave pain behind them

Can not support the false happiness for long.

Are on the lookout in daylight and are willing to destroy anything that stands before them

But his false words will fall ... to make way for the new light

To enter into the hearts of those who have desired so much

Because this light has come for everyone ... not just for a few

And when man understands .. Finally come the happiness to this beautiful land ..