La manera en que la noche se conoce con la luna,
sé eso conmigo.

Sé la rosa más cercana a la espina que soy .

Quiero sentirme en ti cuando pruebes la comida,
en el arco de tu mazo cuando trabajes,
cuando visites amigos, cuando tú solo
subas al techo por la noche.

Nada hay peor que caminar por la calle
sin ti. No sé a dónde voy.
Tú eres el camino, y el conocedor de caminos,
más que mapas, más que amor.


RUMI
4U

In classic Greek mythology, Daphne was a mountain nymph who was persued by Apollo-- but her cry for help was heard by her father, a river god, who, in order to protect her, transformed her into a laurel tree- Laurel, associated with praise, the spirit, and Nature. The tale of Apollo and Daphne's transformation into laurel tree received its most famous form in the Latin poem in 15 books, The Metamorphoses (c.AD 8)

XII [SECOND PART] Want transformation. Oh, take inspiration from the flame, wherein something escapes from you, which flaunts its very burning; each architecting spirit which has mastered the mundane, loves in the swirl of symbol best of all the point of turning. What stays shut up inside itself, already is solidified; does it dream it's safe in the shelter of inconspicuous grays? Wait, from far away- the Hardest warns the hard and petrified. Alas - an absent hammer is upraised! He who pours out like a spring is realized by Realization; it leads him on in rapture through ebullient creation, that often ends with starting and with ending oft begins. Every happy space is child or grandchild of separation, through which they go amazed. And Daphne, after transformation, wants, since she feels laurel, that you turn yourself to wind. RMR, 1922

WHATEVER IT IS YOU ARE FEELING
IS A PERFECT REFLECTION
OF WHAT IS IN THE PROCESS OF BECOMING.





THE UNIVERSE LIKES SPEED. DON´T DELAY. DON´T SECOND GUESS. DON´T DOUBT. ACT. THAT´S ALL YOU HAVE TO DO.

El hombre tenía en la cara dos tajos para no ver...
y sus manos desataban nudo anudado a su ser.

El Nudo Desatado. Eduardo Darnauchans.

CURRENT MOON

moon phase

El ave estúpida y soberbia sobrevuela la agresión, y hasta donde puede, el dolor. El ave indefensa, libre y amorosa sobrevuela la agresión, y hasta donde puede, el dolor.
El ave con su vista aérea se alimenta de lo subterráneo.
No seré ave, me repugna su alimento. Más vale tener los pies en la tierra, y la lengua en las nubes.