each wound is open, alive, with memories and senses your fears ~

«Each wound is open, alive, with memories and senses your fears. Unless you decide to heal that wound, it will continue pulsating because that part needs to attend the touch of Divine. The self is at the center of Existence now. The pain has gone, the wound transferred the message and sails to the dusk of eternity ~» — Grigoris Deoudis
song: Elegy by Lisa Gerrard and Patrick Cassidy

Το Κύμα της Ζωής

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Απόσπασμα από το βιβλίο «The Diamond in Your Pocket» της Gangaji και αφήγηση από την ίδια.
Η μουσική που ακούγεται είναι το κομμάτι Elegy από τη συνεργασία της Lisa Gerrard με τον Patrick Cassidy, από το άλμπουμ Immortal Memory.




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«When you keep repeating a word many times, it eventually loses its meaning, its relation to you. If you keep repeating for example the word "tree" many times, at first, the recall of thought may bring to you the chirping sound of the crickets, or the similar acoustically word "tri" or anything else. But after a certain amount of time the word cease to exist, it becomes meaningless. There is no thread to connect anymore the word tree with the tree itself.
After all, if we don't call the tree as "tree" will the tree stop existing, or will it disappear? And what is the tree. Isn't also the tree its leaves? Isn't it also the bark with the beautiful in touch texture? Isn't it also the flowers, the fruits of the tree one with the tree? Isn't the tree made of the same molecules that everything is made of, including ourselves?
As we continue doing this we are walking backwards, we are walking backwards in our programmed patterns that have been put there since our childhood. We slowly erase the blackboard with all those information that society have put into our brains without ever asking us our permission to do so.
If we keep doing this many times with different words we may start to realize that everything is more simple, without rules and orders to follow and what comes from Nature isn't a rule, because it preexists inside you, it's not something externally enforced.
You may discover that there is energy behind the word and that energy will take you away. You will ride that energy vehicle realizing that it's the same energy that unifies everything your perceptions can conceive.
You will lose yourself in the process, but to find yourself you first have to lose him.
And then comes the huge wave hitting your tiny consciousness, that in fact there is no self. It's only different frequencies of energy waves and you are swimming in that vast ocean of multifaceted energy ~» — Grigoris Deoudis

Αισθάνομαι το κύμα ευθύβολα να με χτυπά, στο κέντρο όσων ποτέ αισθάνθηκα. Ουρανοΰφαντες θέλει να'ναι οι τέρψεις μιας ομιχλώδους εικασίας που ταλαντεύται από τα βασίλεια της ύπαρξης μέχρι τη σκιά, εκεί κάτω στην κοιλάδα του χρόνου. Τα σύννεφα δεν έκρυψαν τις αχτίδες μιας προθεσμιακής ακατανίκητης ευτυχίας.
Γίνεται η γεύση σαγηνευτικά σάρκινη, με κόκκινα ριγά από ζωντάνια και ορμή.
Ψάξε με στο πέρας των αιώνων, θα βρείς μόνο την ανάσα του ελαφιού να χάνεται στην πρωινή παγωμένη δροσιά.
Πέταγμα ερωτευμένων πουλιών οι σκέψεις στα αμέτρητα κομμάτια που μας έφεραν από μακριά.
Μόνον τότε υπήρξα, τότε που έχασα τον εαυτό και είδα τη Δημιουργία να δακρύζει μπροστά στο πέταγμα μιας πεταλούδας, ενθυμούμενη το σκίρτημά της ως χρυσαλίδα.
I am but a Sky Feather ~ fallen from Grace