Art

To the eyes of an artist artwork is a process by which ideas  and materials  are transformed into statements of belief.

Verde

La suavidad de tus poros corriendo por mis manos , fluyendo, deslizandose lentamente hacia la tibia osadia de este encuentro hecho niebla sobre el rio. 

Murmullo al viento que tu piel es como una melodia de samba que fluye invadiendo los  sentidos, banhada de sol y sal ... 

En tus ojos  diviso las hojas cayendo una a una sobre la tierra humeda  

Alfenique

Cuando  las  palabras  se  desvanecen  en  el  infinito espacio  entre las  gotas de la lluvia   recuerdo  la idea  de la illusion  que  toma  los momentos  trayendolos  a un  presente casi  palpable ,  hecho frutillas  y  miel , delicado  y  suculento , listo para ser vivido una vez  mas en  el tunel del tiempo  que se estira  como  un  alfenique entre mis dedos ...  y  reconozco ese instante  que  estoy  despertando  de una siesta al atardecer  de mi  vida ,  con  los  ojos  banados del sol de las 4   , la brisa fresca balaindo por mis poros y la letania retrocediendo  de estas  pupilas casi lucidas .
 

Joy

This daily exercise of living joyfuly has many side effects, perhaps the wonders of nature had not come so vibrant to my eyes  if it werent for this concious decision to stay awake . 
Perhaps the skin would not feel as soft , touchable and compeling  if it werent for the green leaves caressed by the wind...  as if my hands  had the power of storms or quiet breeze ...

Breath

Was I walking along the many traveled roads  immune to the speed of my own or others' ?

Oblivious to the facts of nature and the order in which reality express itself  to inspire the elemental forces of the Whole  ?

 Were we in this path many other times?

Why?

How come thoughts flow from the heart at ease, the resistance to come toghether word by word disipated as if it was never there,

Was the Silence a meaningful conversation within my own soul, the pause in my existance a simple  act of inhalation and now with the lungs fully inspired I exhale joyfuly?

...happenstance suddendy brings so many questions , words that were dormant waiting to be ...

Flowing river

The memory in my cells reverberate with the energy still lingering in the space that separes them from each other, yet many moons  have come to pass ...

How to know if is this not an illusion, the creation of an alternate reality in which we speak from the heart for the sake of survival?

How to understand this ethereal encounter without   thoughts to interfere?

Shall I stop a river? 

Time has come to a standstill

The giant

Again and again, time and space encounter the solitude of eternity repeating itself , circunvalating  the possibilities ...
Today you asked yourself about the quest for The truth , while your heart beating along with the universe softly spoke to the trees and the leaves and the wind...

Today I saw you, humble, fearing of your own greatness .

Come,  lay down next to the river of life  where the warm rocks will embrace your dreams while you are awake .  Let the uncreated light sorround you, caress you in its creation . 
Rejoice in this eternal instant.