The Lord your God

“Do not be afraid,” Samuel replied.
“You have done all this evil; yet do not turn away
from the Lord, but serve the Lord with all your heart.

Do not turn away after useless idols.
They can do you no good, nor can they rescue you,
because they are useless.

For the sake of his great name
the Lord will not reject his people,
because the Lord was pleased to make you his own…

…But be sure to fear the Lord and serve him faithfully
with all your heart; consider what great things he has done for you.
Yet if you persist in doing evil,
both you and your king will be swept away.

1 Samuel 12. 20 - 25

Peaceful Breath

Blisters on my feet.
Pain in my legs,
tightened muscles...
my whole body longing for rest.


Tales filled with allusions. Lessons that play with logic. Discussions inflicted with pleasure and delight. Metaphors carrying out proposes.



BECAUSE I (the I AM) SAY SO!


What are then the real-life matters?
What changes people’s lives?

What has become popular (sadly) is what makes us go for the unkown adventures...??????

Sore muscles.
Pain and distress.

I am learning to yield control.
I thought I had learned that so many times already.
I forgot that if I take control and demand the tools to fix myself, then I have forgotten who my King is.

Hence, despite all the causes of pain in my life,
I WILL KEEP ON YIELDING CONTROL TO MY LORD.
I WILL FOCUS ON GETTING TO KNOW MY SAVIOR.
I WILL PRAY THAT I LEARN TO WORSHIP MY GOD ALONE.


I stand on my legs. Sure I do.
However, I go about to lie down on my bed...
"...search for your heart and be silent"


- Wonderful waves that crash and wash the ocean!

Ha. I sure long for my blisters to heal! -

Dancin' Inside

The blender is ON. Many things are mixing themselves inside myself. Thoughts, reasons, emotions, feelings...the beauty of life and its colors.

What path should I take? Where should I go? What should I do?

The blender is ON.
However, here comes a little bit of the taste of the mix:

Do I know in whom I stand and what I am doing?


In other words...
DO YOU KNOW IN WHO YOU STAND AND WHAT YOU ARE DOING?

The items mixing inside myself give a hard time to the blades.

...both the blending and transformation are in the hands of:
the MOST HIGH ARTIST!
So,

the transformation,
it results in the most beautiful effect!

Mysterious Skies

So it is.
I can see the effect.
I can stare at the sky and collide with its beauty.
It feels as if the sky comes down near me,
waiting for it...meanwhile I fix this sweet thought and ardent desire,
the precious thought of running through the breeze of its unending tide.






The bright sun!
Look above.
It is like a free bird,
I see it as poetry...
the poem that a man in love writes to his beloved one,
a man who wants to catch it all from her,
who wants to love her until the end.





He transformed from a boy into a man,
she from a girl into a princess.

So it is.

The sky changed scenery,
it transformed from sunrise into sunset.

Divine glory!
Poetry!

I WANT TO RUN IN YOUR UNENDING TIDE,

FEEL YOUR BREEZE AND

LOVE YOU FOREVER!

Negligible though HOPEFUL

The drops falling...
The drops falling...it is raining!
The drops falling...I fall in love with the sound.
The drops falling...I see their reflection all over the place.
The drops falling...everyone runs to hide but I want to come out and play.
The drops falling...they break with all rules and paradigms, always inspiring to new things.
The drops falling...still, despite the years and knowledge, I find myself counting them.
The drops falling...my pupils are caught by beauty, my eyes get filled with hope.
The drops falling...I anticipate the powerful sound of thunders and trembles.
The drops falling...all the birds trying to agglomerate under the leaves.
The drops falling...I sometimes pray for those without a home.
The drops falling...who cares about what day is today!
The drops falling...I might feel like napping.
The drops falling...wash me clean.
The drops falling...delightful.
The drops falling...
The drops fall,
The drops!

Hair in the Air

Maybe I was around 7 years old...

I remember standing up and feeling free in the race,
I remember the noise of the wind as it crashed against my face,
I remember holding tight to the iron bar,
I remember the smell of the sugar cane,
I remember the mountains at the side of the fields,
I remember feeling like a young boy,
I remember being filled up with complete joy.





I remember smelling flowers,
I remember climbing towers,
I remember the 7 letters: YO TE AMO,
I remember the softness of a caress,
I remember jumping in one foot,
I remember being bugged,
I remember being always hugged.

I remember...

...LIFE IS FULL OF COLORS!

Beyond Today

Waiting...

The power of heaven, the power of the divine, the same power of the invincible chariot, the power of the ever existing kingdom, the power of the blower of wind, the same power of the everlasting sword, the power of the tree of life, the power of the strongest lion, the power of the flowing of the rivers, the same power of the designer of spring, the power of the surviving truth, the power of the book of ages, the power of the spirit that surpasses the human eye, the same power of eternity...

...Waiting

How does one remain in the thoughts of such power?

How does one delights on it daily?

How does one fully praises the most powerful I am?

And here I am on the last day, thinking all kinds of thoughts, worried for yesterday, the today and tomorrow. I find myself absorbed by the chaotic timed framed empty desires, those that the wind can easily take from north to south and east to west...

...Waiting...

The power of the bird of heaven, the power of the majestic eagle, the power of the anonymous insects that bring life to a forest, the same power of the roaring oceans, the power of the perfect sacrifice, the power of thunder and rain,


THE POWER OF THE BREATHER OF LIFE!