When I was a child, I played with my arms, legs and eyes. It was quite fun.
Now that I am older, I still play. My arms became weak of working, my mind powerful of thinking. My legs got tired of running, my patience infinite of waiting. My eyes turned blind of seeing, but my heart visible of understanding.
Now that I am older, I still play. And it is still quite fun...
Para los k entiendan...realmente poema-canción preciosa.
Me gustan los que se callan y me gustan los que cantan, Y de tanto andar conmigo me gusta lo que me pasa. Me pasan cosas como estas... Aunque no tenga importancia andar contando a todos Todas las cosas que pasan. Por que uno no vive solo y lo que a uno le pasa le esta sucediendo al mundo; única razón y causa. Pues todito es tan perfecto, por que perfecto es Dios, Que se mueve alguna estrella cuando arranco una flor. Por eso si hay uno... hay dos. Supe del diablo la noche que al hambriento dije "No" También esa noche supe que el diablo es hijo de Dios. Ando solo por la vida dominante con un tono modestamente cantor sin pretensión de enseñar, Porque si el mundo es redondo, no se que es ir delante. Andar y andar siempre andando nada mas que por andar. No vine a explicar al mundo, solo vine a tocar. No quiero juzgar al hombre, al hombre quiero contar. Mi condición es la vida y mi camino cantar Cantar y contar la vida, es mi manera de andar. Un día llegue a Tandil y conocí a un anciano, Que a falta de inteligencia, se le dio por ser muy sabio. Le pregunte por Jesús una noche al lindo viejo, Y ahí mismo lo conocí; cuando me alcanzo un espejo. Yo bailo con mi canción y no con la que me tocan, Yo no soy la libertad; pero si el que la provoca. Si ya conozco el camino, para que voy a andar al costado, Si la libertad me gusta, para que voy a vivir de esclavo, Elegir yo siempre elijo, mas que por mi, por mi hermano Y si e elegido ser águila, fue por amor al gusano. Prefiero seguir a pie y no en caballo prestado Alguien por una manzana va siempre de ronda en un árbol Siempre llega primero el que va mas descargado El día que yo me muera no abra que usar la balanza, Pues para velar a un cantor con una milonga alcanza Doy la cara al enemigo, la espalda al buen comentario Pues el que acepta un halago empieza a ser dominado El hombre le hace caricias al caballo,para montarlo Perdón si me propase y me puse moralejo Nadie puede dar consejos, no hay hombre que sea tan viejo. Me pongo el sol al hombro y el mundo es amarillo. Me gusta andar, pero no sigo el camino, pues lo seguro ya no tiene misterio, me gusta ir con el verano, muy lejos, pero volver donde mi madre en invierno y ver los perros que jamás me olvidaron y los caballos... y los abrazos que me dan mis hermanos. Me gusta, me gusta.
Mecnun zu Leyla: "Deine verführerische Süße ist wie das sich entfaltende Bouquet eines reifen Weines meine Geliebte. Lass mich von deiner Süße eine Weile trunken verweilen, aber dann muss ich wieder in die Wüste fortziehen nur um später wieder zurückzukommen. Denn eine beständig strahlende Sonne lässt mürbe Trockenheit über eine fruchtbare Erde kommen. Die Liebe erblüht durch das Sonnenlicht, doch ohne den Regen ist sie früher oder später der Austrocknung geweiht. So spendet der Regen auch gleichzeitig unser Lebenswasser und ich schließe ihn deshalb in unsere Liebe mit ein...(eine von Millionen niedergeschriebenen unvollständigen Geschichten des fernen Orients und dennoch vollständig in sich)
What the
fuck is the purpose of life? Asking this question over and over again? Still
at the beginning of "I have no clue"? Of course you are because you keep asking instead of living. Questioning
is ok as long as you don’t get stuck in diving deep into the matter without
ever getting back to the surface. You practically drown yourself with questions
instead of enjoying what is. We always think that somewhere else we'd be more happy. Western Europeans dream of living on a beautiful ever-warm island with an amazing sunset behind palm trees and just chilling there on the beach whereas the people from the same island dream of a stable structured life in Western Europe with a BMW or Mercedes.
Ok, this is
just a messy beginning to mess more with our minds but here are my other two cents on what I actually wanted to tell you:
Don’t
search for happiness. Search for bliss. Truth is that there is no one who is
happy all the time. Feeling sad is human, and being human is pretty great. My
own formula for bliss equals peace of mind and joy. I find joy in being alive,
whether sad or happy. Emotions show me that I truly live.
Peace of mind I get by accepting who I am. Good and bad. The important thing in
life is to find one’s own purpose. Everyone in this world has a higher purpose
that one needs to serve. You don't have to be world-famous or rich in order to be special (these people can be the loneliest people in the world btw), you just need to do something that you love doing.
Dedication. There is a difference between the words "job" and "work". When you find out
what it is that you need to do here then you will find meaning in life. Oh
yeah, how can one find out? The greatest secret. Stand still, pray, meditate,
let go all the bullshit that is around you, all the heavy weight that you have
been collecting since you entered the adult world. Get rid of the fear. This is
what holds you back. Fear is what keeps you away from getting to meet your
innerself and finding your purpose of being.
Be
Bob, the nice guy who cleans the streets. Otherwise the world would be dirty.
What a great purpose. Maybe he will want to own one day his own cleaning company if he really loves cleaning and keeps on being an honest man who you can trust in. People will value that and come back. Be Emilia, who serves in a restaurant so some couples can eat outside and
celebrate their love. What a great purpose. Maybe she will want to own her own restaurant one day if she loves serving good drinks or food with a smile. People will value that and come back. For Bob and Emilia it is not about the money, but it is about becoming rich with some friends, rich with experiences, rich with wisdom, rich with the passion for what they do. Be yourself and find that love within yourself. If you don’t like what
you do, remember that it might only be a stop during your journey towards finding your purpose
of life. Stop worrying about it and enjoy it as life is in the here and now and
that’s all we have for the moment.
Nick, who was born without arms and hands enjoys his life. He has found his purpose of life - inspiring others to overcome their fears:
The conscient search itself is part of your journey and therefore already included in the purpose of life. Finding enlightment doesn't come at a certain age. It hits us when we are ready. (P.S.: Once it does, we will also know which place & people are right for us to live in and with.)
