How to Overcome Suffering.

When the suffering is deep and profound, it confuses and harm us, making our hopes die. Yes, it might seem that life has no sense.

There are sufferings so large and intense that happiness seems dead and even madness would be better because the suffering opens gaps in the soul because the heart bleeds and anguish takes over the mind; the will does not want more. It is the denial of denial and self denial.

Then, at this point, the miracle happens and God illuminates with His Mercy and in spite of everything it springs forth victorious in the mystery of Faith.

 

 

Balance and Harmony

Everything that exists has as its purpose, balance and harmony but these words are not always understood in their magnitude, in the depth of their importance. Nevertheless, there is a practical way of understanding: Life is not a dream, life is a reality, a supreme reality. Life is certainly Art.

 

The Intimacy of the Soul. For Reflection.

If you have ever walked very slowly by the fields at night, you will know that the most strange and mysterious sounds are heard and elements as the sky are elegantly dressed since the night becomes very beautiful. The art is just like that.  It is a wonderful space where your soul can have intimacy with the whole universe.

 

 

Giving from the Heart…

What can I give you that you have not already given me?

 When I give you something is like offering a drop of dew while you offer me the ocean and much more. I am most grateful for all that you give me and which is beyond comparison because it comes straight from the tenderness of your heart

 

 

Video. Art to Nourish the Soul.

 

The Sound of the Bell. A Short Inspirational Story.

Some time ago, I listened to a story that seemed hard to believe. It was about a man who made bells and this is the story.

He was thrilled because he was loved in return. But his happiness lasted for a short time because his beloved got sick and died in his arms. But she promised: ” I am leaving first but call me and remember that I will come to you”

He was very sad. And he buried her. That night in the cemetery he called her but she did not come to him, she did not keep the promise and he cried and cried. He kept calling her beloved but she would not answer. He could not see her, felt her. And he would call her in such a loud voice that he shouted and shouted up to the point that the people threw him out of the town. He went into the fields where he kept shouting until he was left with no voice. His desperation was such that he tried to make every possible noise but his beloved seemed not to listen.

And he kept thinking what to do. Then, he made a woman out of clay but he was not satisfied and said: ” I want to see her in a more lasting form because the clay will break.” And he made her out of metal and embraced her with such spirit that the metal vibrated. Then, he said: ” Beloved, I can feel you now.”

And the first bell was born in this way. And now men are happy making bells. Every time they make them better. Some are made out of glass others made out of gold with precious stones and others with sweet rhythmic sounds.
Going back to the story, He said: ” Can you listen. Can you listen?” And he laughed with great joy. And the man rescued Love from death, by making the happiest vibrations.

And tell me, who is the one who, when listening to the sound of the bell does not wonder who is calling him?

 

The Third Eye. For Reflection.

Truth is in love with what is true. What is true has a passion for life. And life is the child of Peace. When we want to give expression to this wisdom, we do it by evoking the perfect moment. And this is Art.

It is the constant and permanent moment that has overcome even its own condition. And has turned time not in the inexorable passing through a time piece but it has rose it into an infinite universal vision, not yet discovered but that  exists beyond itself, that overflows its expression, that nothing can contain.

But you must know that the eye with whom you see, is your spiritual eye. And Art assists you, takes you by the hand and shows you, your heart in that moment.

 

To Do. To Be. Inspirational.

With a grain of sand in my hand, I will embrace a mountain. With a drop of salt water, I will sail the seven seas. And in a moment’s time, I will travel by the sky. There is so much to do! There is so much to Be! Life is a gift of Love inviting us to Love.

 

The Dove and the Flower.

I found myself in a crossroad and by works of fate, I had in my hands a dove and a flower. Which to choose?

The dove flies very high as wanting to touch the sun. She can tell me about far away and distant places but her destiny will always be to fly. But the little flower may have thorns, may hurt my hands and my heart but I can understand that the flower will never leave me. The flowers do not fly, the flowers give perfume and color.

Between the dove and the flower. I chose the flower.

 

Painting. Poetry. Love.

Painting is poetry but a poetry with no words. Because there is a language between color and image that talks to you in every language. Art, image, color and design are a form of surrender and Love.

On each painting the texture of inexhaustible aroma is captured and its inspiration is a superior good.
Dare to contemplate it since it was created for you because one each painting there is a beautiful poem to share, an interrelation that was created for you as a poem of Love.