zondag 30 augustus 2009

Merciless slaughter

I really don t understand where some people have their hearts..not connected to the Pachamama, that s for sure.
One morning I woke up in my tent last week, with the sound, or better the noise of a chainsaw...This had been going on for a couple of days, and not daring to face what humans were doing I tried to avoid the disaster that was slowly going on...

A huge chestnut tree, with its fruit ready to fill our social needs and hungry stomachs again on cold autumn days, which was standing tall and befriended other chestnut trees, was just cut off by machinery, just like that, because people decided to build a brick house, and it was taking too much space. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP????????????

I was thrilled to see the flowers and plants slowly recover from too much cutting and mowing, the place took on its natural looks again, and it looked beautiful.
Now all that s left is a tree, maybe a few 100 years old, chopped into pieces, its leaves dying, it s fruit rotting, and the place looks like a dump...

WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO WAKE UP???????????
THINK WITH YOUR HEART INSTEAD OF YOUR HEAD

I couldn t help saying I was sorry for the mistakes of men.....really sorry

vrijdag 28 augustus 2009

Soy Gitana...

Camaron me llega al alma...hoy dia, y los dias del pasado, siempre imortal
Hay gente asi que nunca se mueren, verdad? Y otros que en esta vida terrestre pasan desapercebidos...

donderdag 27 augustus 2009

Snow Owl Dream

A snow owl visited me in my dream a couple of nights ago
I was sitting on a branch of a beautiful high tree, with a snow owl, as white as can be, next to me...All of a sudden a bigger owl, maybe even the Grand Duc,stopped by. He had a rope tightened between his paws for me to sit on, so I did, and then we flew ...Until the owl asked me where I wanted to go, and I replied I had no idea... So we flew for a while, over the valleys and the grass meadows...
over the rivers and the endless seas...
The he decided to bring me back to the snow owl, to that same place, to sit there for a while between them, until ...

Nepali heights

In the mountains of Nepal I found a piece of freedom.

Life as a snowleopard

I want to go and live in the Himalayas, or at least close to them, to be able to breath the air of fresh fallen snow, to explore the depth of my soul, to live like a snowleopard, warming myself with my own tail, and listen to the eternal silence, the songs of the wind and the voices calling the yacks back to their herd...
Wouldn t it be nice, to leave behind for a good while, maybe forever, the insessable yearning of achievement, of a mind that has gotten too busy in Western society?
Just to find this inner wealth, strength and sensibility that animates every man?
S I L E N C E, shhhhhh