BY JUAN RAMÓN JIMÉNEZ
I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
to fashion universes out of emptiness
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