LOVE

Life changes

Love does not dominate

Leaves fly away
Love CULTIVATES

La is just another note
Love fills out the heart and soul

Left is nothing more than a direction
Love has no limits, knows no boundaries

Living requires air, food, and water
Love does not demand

Lithium is the lightest metal known
Love cannot be fathomed

Large exceeds in quantity and size
Love goes beyond expectations

Lavage helps to fade away dirtiness
Love FORGIVES

Looking lets you be certain
Love TRUSTS

Loudness attracts your attention
Love speaks in quietness

Loop is a shape
Love has no condition

Lacking the necessities of life brings worry
Love always HOPES

Landscapes represent a scene, a moment
Love PERSEVERES

Ladders climb levels
Love is all already!

She Touched the Little Box

A blur of hope.

Between the 7am sunrise, the sunset around 7:14pm

Cures all things, the holding to a faith unvarnished.

Diadems adorn our bedrock.

Eager we stand to learn from the light that enlightens our eyes.

Farther from our sight's perimeter we vaguely see the overflowing cup.

Gorgeous gems mark the paths of our already taken steps; gems mark the paths to take.

Help, LORD, help from you in every audible or soundless tick.

It is the best time with your peace for us to sleep in.

Jag our selfishness, our pride, our corruption, our loveless behavior.

Keep the joy inside us as we much reflect in the works of your hands.

Love, impress your love in us, oh LORD!

My heart, by day and night; we give our hearts to you.

No need of ice water in the dry valley for us.

Only for a little while longer, love will never lack, we have your love.

Pours down, your grace does in us, from the highest of the mountain to the bottom of it.

Qui vive; you dwell in us, we can freely admire the passing of the light.

Revival inside our veins, through your blood.

Silence might be the best healer.

They had nothing to say to each other as they listened to the captain.

Unseen for us means seen to you.

Vert you prepare for deer, green pastures is where you make us lie.

We once dreamed about... now we hope in you together.

X-ray our souls, examine and search within us Father, remove all stains.

You, teach us our master, teach us how to live to die and die to live.

Zig lost Zag...our hope we see now, it reminds us that we are by your grace.

Diving Climbing Flying

If God holds me, what could possibly be falling?...

...Before nighttime, before I close my eyes, the thousands words, the drop of rain...

...Through the big glass I would see her taking off, the plane would start floating in the air; I will miss her. Through the big glass I would wait in expectancy, for the second time, she would again leave. The plane would float; I will miss her.



In the seat I find now myself. Through a smaller glass I can still look at her. Inside my heart...Quietly, no, no, not any more quietness...the roar of the motors interrupt the silence...inside my heart, I WILL MISS HER. Will she miss me?

Missing is not a feeling, the paradox does not lie in not having. Instead it is a state of being, not being whole. That is the agony.

You are not whole, you miss.

You can have someone at your side, as close as your lips can be when you have your mouth closed, yet you can miss this someone.

Let's give it a try again.

You can have this someone, that close...you give an embrace, yet your embrace does not get embraced. You love, yet love does not fly back to you. You miss this someone, at that point is when you miss this person. You are not whole and complete, you miss. Anguish. You miss.

My heart is not a stone.

Now, everything is still.

What if it is the end and I am scuba diving?

What if it is the end and I am sky diving?
What if it is the end and I am rock climbing?

If God holds the whole universe, what could possibly be falling?

EL DULCE SABOR DE UNA MUJER EXQUISITA

Una mujer exquisita no es aquella

que más hombres tiene a sus pies,
sino aquella que tiene uno solo
que la hace realmente feliz.

Una mujer hermosa no es la más joven,
ni la más flaca, ni la que tiene el cutis más terso
o el cabello más llamativo,
es aquella que con tan sólo una franca
y abierta sonrisa y un buen consejo
puede alegrarte la vida.

Una mujer valiosa
no es aquella que tiene más títulos,
ni más cargos académicos,
es aquella que sacrifica su sueño temporalmente
por hacer felices a los demás.

Una mujer exquisita no es la más ardiente
(aunque si me preguntan a mí,
todas las mujeres son muy ardientes....
Los que estamos fuera de foco
somos los hombres)
sino la que vibra al hacer el amor
solamente con el hombre que ama.

Una mujer interesante no es aquella
que se siente halagada al ser admirada
por su belleza y elegancia,
es aquella mujer firme de carácter
que puede decir NO.

Y un hombre...
Un hombre exquisito es aquel
que valora a una mujer así...
Que se siente orgulloso
de tenerla como compañera...
Que sabe tocarla
como un músico virtuosísimo
toca su amado instrumento...
Que lucha a su lado
compartiendo todos sus roles,
desde lavar platos y atender tripones,
hasta devolverle los masajes
y cuidados que ella le prodigó antes...

La verdad, compañeros hombres,
es que las mujeres en eso de ser "Muy machas"
nos llevan gran recorrido...
¡Qué tontos hemos sido -y somos-
cuando valoramos el regalo
solamente por la vistosidad de su empaque...

¡Tonto y mil veces tonto el hombre
que come basura en la calle,
teniendo un exquisito manjar en casa.

GABRIEL GARCIA MÁRQUEZ

Al fin, despues de tanto tiempo, vuelvo a encontrar un poema de un buen escritor y poeta contemporaneo. Definitivamente tengo preferencia por otros poetas de la historia...de igual manera, creo que GGM, en especial por sus palabras en este poema, refleja un excelentisimo talento en la gama de la poesia.

Bueno, a disfrutar unas palabras de la region tropical y de mi lengua natal.

Pax hominibus...a DEO GRATIA!

The Parrot Flower, originally from Thailand, has its own incantational, enchanting voice.
The flower's shape, unique in its own species, reflects a very intentional, charming beauty.



In addendum, the colorful rainbow, the exquisite blossom, it truly makes to the perfection of it, to the DNA, one that belongs solely to the Parrot Flower. Pleasing is this flower, through its voice and beauty, to the human eye.


Refuge?

I used to climb a tower back in the days, back when I was 8-11 years old.

The war would come, thunders would resound here and there, the drum line...my heart would be deeply troubled for some reason. I would run with my dog, take off to a trial, one hidden in the wilderness. My dog would loyally follow me. We would together run like beasts. Seeing all the trees aligned, the dust and rocks, this tiny abandoned house, and the butterflies flying all around me, would confirm to me the proximity of my refuge, the tower... "you are almost there Javi, keep running fast"...

...I would then slow down at the presence of this powerful river. My dog, instead, would run faster...he, as a brutal beast, would get into the river...no hesitation...okay then! here I go! I knew my dog would wait for me to cross the river. He would swim and stay firm in the middle of the river, there, waiting until I would take courage to cross the river with him... I miss my Yellow, Golden Retriever, most GOLDEN one, gold of no price, nothing would ever afford it...

...Quite an adventure it was crossing the river. It would always be a great challenge. It would be a warrior to fight against, and a deep enough pot to drop my fear into. It would be then, after having crossed the river, time for my faithful and loyal friend to take a good rest. For me, it would be time to start climbing my tower. A long ironed ladder would be the means to get to the top of my refuge. I learned how to love heights, enjoy the vertigo, and how to take advantage of the momentum as well. Once being at the top, it was time for me to rest, to clear my mind, to yell, to dream, to feel like a captain who just conquered land, to rest, to admire the sunset...it was time to enjoy my refuge, the place where no one could touch me, give me orders, or defeat me.














Oh, the scenery. I could watch over all Ingenio Pantaleon. I could watch the plentiful and very long sugar cane fields, the hard workers with their machetes, the lines of trucks being loaded with sugar cane, and the nature itself...banana and coconut trees, rivers, the mountains...

...When I look at the past I tend to think of the process through which God has taken me.

Refuge?

It still takes me a whole long adventure, different scenes, and obstacles to jump over, in order for me to realize and come to my new refuge. This refuge is one that really I cannot describe and compare to my tower. However, it is this new refuge the one that certainly was watching over me at all times when I would go to run and escape with my dog, trying to hide from everyone, looking for time alone, and for my secret place. My refuge is not far away from me. He is only far away from a prayer. Well, really, he is inside me, dwelling in my own troubled heart. In times of war, when my feet had almost slipped, chaos, frustration, and what else not, he covers me with his wings.


"The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble." -Psalm 9. 9

"Keep me safe, oh God, for in you I take refuge." - Psalm 16. 1

"The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." - Psalm 18. 2

"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble." - Psalm 46. 1

"My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge." - Psalm 62. 7

"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, trust also in me." -John 14. 1

A Glimpse of Glory -- Underneath

Genessaret (Going Out Over 30,000 Fathoms of Water).

Genessaret is the title of one of the songs of a band of very dear friends of mine. The name of their band is: Anathallo

I love and enjoy listening to their songs, especially when it is live.



Yesterday, after having met with my boys, I went out on a walk. It was raining and the nature was covered with a light blanket of fog. For the very first time in my life... here in the United States, I experienced an overwhelming joy. I apologized with my Father for not having been deeply thankful to him. He is always good to me, always faithful. In the other hand, I am very greedy, selfish, inconsistent, and the list goes on. My face was lifted up to the sky. The drops falling over me were of a golden color. Spinning around, it was all a product of the overwhelming joy inside me.


At 11pm of Monday the 17th, 2008... through my ears I became a witness of horrible news. A sharp arrow penetrated my heart. While fighting at the front line, I found myself eating dust, swallowing blood, my bones weak and in pain...the arrow was aimed well, well enough, that it really broke its target in two and more pieces.

At 2am, I walked around the same place I did before. Two precious arms hugged me, a jewel in my most special treasure, the presence of someone who came to my rescue...he was there for me. God used his instrument, his prince, to bring comfort to a defendless, hopeless, injured warrior. As I walked, heavy tears fell from my eyes. The anger still runs through all my body... I feel numb, weak, even at some point guilty.

My two little roses...God, please take good care of them! Hear my prayer, oh God! Embrace and kiss my two princesses. Hold their hearts and souls in your hands. You know how much I want to be with them right now God. Have mercy over them, please! I beg you to provide, meet their needs Abba Father.

What is the length? How to measure the DEEP BLUE right now?
Is this a dream? NO, IT IS NOT!




Where can I reach love? what about forgiveness? Is grace somewhere close from me?

GOD, oh God, you alone God... God, God, God!

GOD

YOU

corporate confession (the only air to breathe)

corporate confession (the only air to breathe)
written by c.a. walker, ©2007

you are the way - so we will follow
you are the truth - so we will believe
you are the life - and so we will live like
you're the only air to breathe

http://www.virb.com/adabiblemusic/music/lyrics/189118

5,097,600 SEGUNDOS

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Soon and very soon I will be able to embrace and let all of it embrace me. WOOHOO!

Iron nerves, intense music, no seat belt, shirt and shorts/jeans, gloves, helmet, sun glasses, passion, creative mind, no hesitation, lots of concentration, some water, and there I go...on my way to the trance and ecstasy world of the MTB/freeride.

Caribbean blue, eternal green, royal orangish, and all to be seen by brown eyes, 59 days, 1416 hours, 84960 minutes, 5,097,600 seconds. On I go to start counting down...




What a life, SO FULL OF COLORS!

ENDLESSss... SILENCE

Three words might be it...


Two worlds collide, two images become siblings tonight.


One truth behind each and every single of the scenes.



I am inside this huge square box, trying to think how to forever hold the doors. Only open doors will hold the box at its place, at the top of the bottom, at the place where my eyes contemplate the horizon. In this box, illusion, passion, innocence, pure love, the feeling of feelings,...genuine tenderness, and even perhaps the beginning of an unending journey crosses my mind...inside this box, a world of ups and downs is displayed before me.

... I love you...

The box followed me. In it, hope, still remains. I am looking at the moon now. It really is different to look from the bottom instead of looking from the top. Is not looking simply looking? What makes two lives so different? Is not love one word? As I look at the moon, I realize that in front of me a whole one, two, three...seven-dimensional world, where the mission for my eyes to try to capture one determining point in space is impossible, is being again displayed before me.


...It is over...

The collision of this two worlds brought what seems to be an ENDLESS SILENCE. A voice tells me through the wired speakers: Fight for...be vulnerable...love...wait for...understand...love...explain with truth...cry if needed...trust...love...

Who is the one to blame? I need to walk and run on a WINDY and RAINY day. I need to submerge myself in the waves of a roaring ocean and roar back at the ocean, ROAR. I need to go downhill at full speed, 90 km/h, using no breaks, holding tight to the grip.

Should I hold the interest?

...I love you... It is over... ???

These three words, this box, the two worlds, this truth...is not yet defined. The reality is though, I am at the expectancy of, feeling trapped, inside a long rhapsody. Why are the notes only three? Sometimes, is not the truth that apparition helps the female lion stretch out her leg to make her killing strike? The behind the scenes truth is however,...I am right now in need to fly, like a wild goose.

Angelic...Venturesome Flight

Angelic…the B to the C to the L to the evermore...

La la la la, da da da da da, la la la la, da da da da da...

... so she (neuter) killed me with her whisper, she made me float, through her freedom, like a shooting star, she knew how to move me from one place to... this moment, when my eyes captured in the second, the same when the little bird extended its wings, the magnificence behind the masterpiece song. (B)

Do I see it? The clapping, the heart synced...to the place, the majestic, white and shinny...this moment, where my whole presence exactly fits, the same where hers does, with an absolute devotion, leads me to see the magnificent art of the most extraordinary flight. (C)

Firm water, floating air... I can walk on the first, swim on the second...this moment, when the silence gets broken by the angelic voice, when my ears capture the key note, the same when the extended legs and arms, bruised and in pain, purposefully provide the most gentle melody. (L)

She teaches me...

...Live to die, also die to live. (L)

Since then until now and evermore it will be a living of unending life…the winds will hold the wings forever, she will be looking forward to my innermost, the moment will no longer be an instant, it will become the everlastingness, allowing my sight to contemplate the glorious composition above all. (evermore)

Little Sanctuary

In one of my favorite books, called: Ragamuffin Gospel, by Brennan Manning, you can find the words written as it follows:

"To be alive is to be broken; to be broken is to stand in need of grace. It is only through grace that any of us could dare to hope that we could become more like Christ"

"Who shall separate you from the love of Christ? What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that your weakness could separate you from the love of Christ? It can't...Nothing can ever separate you from the love of God made visible in Christ Jesus our Lord...the love of Jesus Christ that is stronger than death endures forever."

I have decided to come back to update my blog. It is inexplicable...yeah, honestly, I might have completely forgotten I had a blog.

I will write again...

A good friend of mine was at a point in his life...low point...in need of an embrace. He went to the mall, bought some food, ate by himself, and began reading his Bible. While reading, a dad came with his daughter and sat on the table aside of his. The little girl had some special mental...she was just a special girl, who thought differently, at a slower pace than the "usual". My friend, he smiled at the girl and tried to say something to entertain her. She kept looking at him without ceasing for a moment. This constant staring made my friend very uncomfortable, up to the point that he thought about leaving or changing tables. He thought that it would be rude to do such thing though, so he decided to stay. After a couple of minutes of having been reading his Bible...the little girl caught my friend's attention once again. She smiled to him and immediately pointed to her sock. The word LOVE was written in her sock. My friend got reminded of the power of his Lord. The word LOVE written on the sock of this very special girl was the instrument of God to embrace my friend's whole being. God's love IS... my friend's testimony encourages me...

...my friend waited in the Lord, he wanted to find his strength and take heart in God's promises, he waited in the LORD!

A mirror in life, one that reflects hope, is God's love for each of his children.

What does it mean to wait?

What is the expectancy within me when I wake up?

What do I want to see?

Lately, the only peace that fills me entirely comes from the assurance of the LIFE and LOVE I possess, of the precious grace given to me in Jesus. He becomes the joy of my soul each time I truly rest and rely in his care. I am sure the embrace from him is...in times of brokenness or joy...I believe, I trust it is real.

God has been involving me in the area of business, more and more each day. In my young years (10-17) the Lord taught me the importance of loving the needy, the homeless, and the outcast. Some images of things that I saw while serving, praying, or sharing God with people who live under this conditions, will never leave me. How could I forget seeing a kid (7 years old) going to bed at the corner of a street, under a thunderstorm, with his body shaking from the coldness of night. How could I forget a 14 year old boy dying on both the arms of my friend and I, because of the high consumption of drugs...drugs used to satisfy and calm the pain of his hunger. How could I forget a little girl telling me that her dad abused her, and that she would rather stay on the streets than going back home? home? Home is not home for her. How could I forget two teenagers fighting in front of me for some cents? That night a friend of mine got punched in the face as we together tried to separate them. How could I forget finally getting an alcohol (100% alcohol) bottle out of a kid's hands, with the purpose of hiding it forever from him...later on the same kid coming to me, pleading and begging me to give it back to him...knowing deep inside myself that he would use it to get high with the purpose of hiding his pain.

Two dear friends of mine and I have been thinking about starting our own business in Guatemala. We would get a franchise and make it grow in Guatemala, hopefully expanding it to El Salvador and/or Mexico. All the doubts and important questions are currently being addressed. I have some coming meetings with the executive staff of the company. We need for GOD to fully provide for the investment, working capital, equipment, product, employee's salary, etc.

The desire of my heart of jumping into this business is to bring his name into the lives of many of these people mentioned above, starting with our own workers and staff. I want to use a great % of the profit to help the last, the least, and the lost...not by giving them money, but by starting or funding a place where they can go and find God's Word, a bed, food, education, and job opportunities. My ardent desire is to help people from my own country and poor/devastated countries in Africa (Tanzania, Kenya, and Uganda).



The beginning of this business, if it kicks off soon, will become one of the biggest projects I have carried out in my life. Certainly, having been working at Antigua Door Company http://www.antiguadoors.com has increased my knowledge and skills in the business field tremendously. I feel more confident now about managing and marketing my own business. I await with great joy the unfolding of this big plans and dreams. I await it in prayer and trust in my Lord.



...Yeah, I think I will write again...maybe even post some pictures of forthcoming trips and adventures.