No matter how many instruments man invents across the ages, to measure, define or organize time, the world will never be defined by time or by time’s keepers for that matter. Instead it will always be ruled by all of the things that exist outside of it… immeasurable substances, that do not follow earthly rules, or respond to “dimensional” dictums, but rather to the other invisible systems that co-exist with this material world. These things live, not in clocks and broken logics…. but somewhere both far and close… both in the heart and in the vastness of the universe….giving life to our cells, granting sparkles to the stars and always making sure that what survives of this life is not the bones or ashes, but the fluttering essence of all that is worth saving……. love.
” If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.” James Herriot
” Let us remember that animals are not mere resources for human consumption. They are splendid beings in their own right, who have evolved alongside us as co-inheritors of all the beauty and abundance of life on this planet” Marc Bekoff
‘’ Some people come, some people go. Some come to teach you how to love, others to teach you how to let go… Some things burn to ashes, before they have even begun, others are built, day by day, slowly and patiently. It’s beautiful… this ever revolving push and pull of life, isn’t it? This not knowing, which is which? Maybe the destruction is a construction… and the things we think we are building, slowly, are the ones that are burning after all. Maybe it’s all exactly the same thing. ‘’
- From my notes.
In High Palaces voices sing,
Through invisible distances
Of lost times and broken stones,
Listen! Listen to the lullabies.
They are angels of others,
Way down in the depths of the self,
In vast alleys of the great unknown
Grown fast, deep and wide,
Stretch out to the open sky.
Let the roots sink and the wings fly.
Become a flower that shines,
A bird that is endlessly gliding,
A spirit that forever loves.
Go down darling, deep down.
Listen to the songs that come.
Be ready to sacrifice yourself,
And what is yours will come to you
As it has always been.
Let your own voice laugh in the shadows,
Be ready to cry in your little heart,
And what has been will become.
Once again, as designed, as promised,
As it is meant to be.