The Look of the Soul

Some eyes can look at us and say nothing, they can be as ice, cold as metal, sharp as swords, dark as night, painful as a loss. Or they can look with a warm look, huge as the sea, vast as infinity, tender as a flower, delicate, as love, and they can give so much… that I ask myself:
What will the look of the Spirit look like?
Only the one  who prays and meditates, will know.

 

 

 

 

Riddles. Inspirational. Thought Provoking.

My kingdom does not last, not even a day and my glory is like a fantasy since before it grows dark, I will die. Who is this?

Answer:
The Sunset.

 

The Art of Living.

The spiritual path is filled with dreams, expectations and great hopes. All these are very important, significant and necessary, but there is something that has to complement all this desire to excel which is: Loving the work to be done as a discipline of time and space. It is there where in truth the identity and the practical commitment for spiritual achievement so much desired will be forged.
The accomplishment of spiritual experiences such as: Peace, control and abundant health can’t be only aspirations.
It is not only to close our eyes nor to be filled with lovely ideas but also is dedication and commitment. All this wonderful universe that surround us is the product of a just equilibrium in which we all learn to give and to receive.
Love will make us free and filled with wisdom and to  reach  Love and  Wisdom, one has to be patient, tolerant, a worthy student in a practical way of the sincere and true: “Art of Living”

 

 

 

 

Inspirational Riddles. For Reflection.

Poor is the one who does not know you.
Poor is the one who ignores you, he will never be able to reach anything.
It does not matter that you have the art of thinking. And that you want to reach your destination. If you don’t know it, then, not even an step you will be able to take.

Answer: The Spiritual Path

 

The Wisdom of the Madman. Asking and Giving.

And that voice was saying: ” I love you very much, I love you like the stars to the night. I love you like the light to the day.
And because I love you so much, I will always ask you for more and more, and the day will come when you will not be able to give more.
And that day, I will stand in front of the sea and even though the sea had turned dry, I will ask:
Who can satiate my thirst now? Then, I will travel the earth looking for what I cannot find; and after, I will look at the blue sky and tell God:
I love you and for that reason, give me what I ask for.”

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From the Writings of “The Wisdom of the Madman”
by Mr. Oscar Basurto Carbonell 

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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 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.

 

The Desire of Improvement. For Reflection.

If I wanted to walk towards the infinite space, my ideas would turn into dreams. Then, so that my steps are not based on fantasy, I have to live in prerogative with absolute magnitude and intensity the present moment.

When I breathe, the winds are fused in my breath. When I look, I look at all the spaces and all the times, in something so small as well as so very large. I look at the deepest science and the most complex art.
I look forever in my path at the only thing that can be a certain destiny and such is the ” Here and Now “

 

The Secret of Happiness.

I am going to reveal, the secret of happiness which is not an exclusive science, told by this or that one. Rather is, an inner care, very delicate, in truth, but that necessarily applies as a perfect mathematical formula, which makes of life, earth, men and the spaces of this world and of many other worlds, a circle of perfect harmony.

It is to take good care of the ones close by or near you, and to instill true friendship. This allows your smile, your happiness as well as the others, to expand more, everyday in you and in others.
Start with a small goal. Happiness is initiated as a small seed but once it is awaken, it grows and starts embracing everything as fire that does not burn, but gives light and warmth, that in turn, is human and divine.

And that once is lighted, it never denies anyone, on the contrary, it is a torch in your path. But for this, to cover the universe, is necessary that
you always be natural, and that in turn, you welcome everyone as precious treasures.

Leave behind, the animosity, feed on happiness and forgiveness. And always put God first in the center of your heart.