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I don’t have music inside me per se, but there is most definitely poetry, which can be just as beautiful and life-affirming as some kinds of music are to me.
It’s rare for me to be able to write poetry because it is so bashful, but I do feel there is more of that in me. At least, I really hope there is because I have an intense urge to express myself poetically, even if I sometimes lack the ability to bring it out.
I marvel sometimes at the synchronicity in life, and the capacity to inspire and be inspired by the ones we meet on this journey through Life.
In the beginning was the Word.
And the Word is Music. And we are the Word.
We simply don´t know this anymore…don´t feel it… – have forgotten it.
We don´t hear ourselves…The whisper in our soul.
Music is behind all true expression – insofar as Music is an ineffable vibration
behind all music…
It remains inaudible for most of them, but some people make it audible
in their life – be it a poem, a piece of beautiful architecture, a painting, a beautiful gesture…
Music is perfect balance. Order. Fluidity. Meaning – insofar as everything naturally flows.
Music is the harmony behind feeling. Because without harmony, feeling becomes rampant passion. And this sort of unbridled passion – pathos, as the Greeks called it – becomes pathology…disease…
It´s not necessary to write poems. It is about living poetically. To live with a sense of constant beauty is to truly live.
So do marvel, cause marvel is the poetry trough which the Universe makes itself known.
2013/11/02 Leave a comment
Isn´t it curious…?
You may think that something has intrinsic value, but if you don´t receive any response, you begin to doubt the quality of your work… So oftentimes we easily forget who we are, because – at least in my case – I haven´t received any real feed-back, due either to disinterest or sheer envy. Indeed, it may seem like a weakness, but there are times when we need someone else´s objective assessment to remind us Who We Truly Are.
That´s what happened because of you appreciating my composition.
Although I have been writing for three years here on Mirrors of Encounters, I for the first time put a piece of my music on this blog. It was maybe a little step, but such a great venture for me…after these years of harsh isolation.
I kind of broke the ice. Broke the narrow limits of my doubtful confinement. I no longer felt that hiding is an option, but showed to others my real Face. In effect, I showed my real face to myself above all, approving of and allowing the Real Me shine through as the musician and composer I am.
When being who you truly are, no longer hiding of yourself, there is no reason to feel insufficient or embarrassed. Or depressed…
Guilt is history when you approve of yourself. When you say an unreserved “Yes” to who you are, the way you are. Knowing who you are, wanting to be like someone else, or comparing yourself with anyone is out of the question. Something totally superfluous.
So collaterally we touch something very essential here:
Depression is basically guilt, it is hiding from ourselves, it is
self-denial, UNLIVED LIFE. Can you see this with no delay?
I take it again. Depression is unlived life. When we don’t live, we deny ourselves.
It is obvious: When you fully live, no longer hiding your true inner force, you become so unreservedly clear, so transparent so there are no left overs. Fear can arise only when we don´t fully engage in the action at hand – fear is thus a “left over”, an accumulated sum of fragmented actions.
So this is beyond any doubt:
Fear is fragmentation. This engrained way of living fragmentary, has created this enormous fear that we all know. Fragmentation creating fear, creating thought, creating time, creating depression.
When you accept, engage and are fully present in the Now expressing yourself pervasively, past and future become irrelevant, so there can be no Fear. Fear is bred by comparison – that is, thought creating time and distance -, so when there is no comparison, fear withers.
When Fear dissolves in wholesome action, there is Beauty, there is Expression there is Love.
And only in Love we thrive.
2013/08/20 Leave a comment
Last night I went out for a stroll.
Reaching downtown, I saw many people with really fancy clothes heading to the Opera.
Out of the blue, I heard someone angrily ranting. Unbelievably surreal scene really. There was a beggar screaming out from the top of his lungs:
“God damn you all, why on earth are you going to the Opera?…”
Nobody said a thing, shamefully proceeding to the entrance as if trying to flee the unpleasant incident. There was a bashful woman though, who timidly ventured, trying to exculpate the whole group:
“We do enjoy to see beauty, elegance and passion.”
“Ha”…replied hoarsely the bum,
“EXACTLY THOSE THINGS YOU REPRESS IN REAL LIFE, FUCKING MORONS!”
2013/05/14 Leave a comment