WadoChicchan

time to relax time to feel the nirvana within time to empower the crystal of our hearts

8 poemas da existencia ....... 1º...sol de outra galaxia; ilumine por mim o limpido caminho de vossa distancia..... 2º...tempestade de vossos meteoros; desvie por mim a eterna danca..... 3º...ventos cosmicos desse contato estelar; sopre-me para com vosso alcance.... 4º...lago de vossos reflexos das dimensoes; abre por mim vossa unica passagem.... 5º...montanha de vossa quietude; grite por mim, desde agora, vossa energia criadora.... 6º....arvore da vida das forcas; impulse a mim vossa grande diversidade de frutos...... 7º....rocha do eco eterno; lembre por mim vossa imensa dimensao sonora do infinito.... 8º...alem dos cenario naturais; naturalize por mim a todos os que digerem pureza nessa vida espiralada do agora........cheguei.....pousei em nosso vazio de flutuar no amor....

Lyric Here where humming birds sing the truth receiving the sweat of the smelling leaves we have at our inner space-travelling... here where the wings should be used to fly, even for those who can't feel the within air that impulses ourselves farther on Here, where the sun appears to touch its highest level Shouted the last cloud.I've been touched by these suspended airs for a long long time...said the last astronaut..And in the middle of nowhere someone screeched..."Lost to get even more lost".. Here in the membrane of nowhere...here where all the glimpses become eternal...here where all the holes become the gates.. .here where all the molecules become the ancient part... here where all the comets teach how to orbit.. .here where all the spheres become the original touch... .here where all the solar sun become the internal rain …here where all the poems become the floating words of the nearest future of comprehension…here where all the breaths become the expiring act of freedom….here where all the cloud become the doors of aiming the unexpected…..here where all the sweats become the non-saying words of new oblivion-language… ..here where all the dots………………………….change the lines……… Here in the place of no one, where only the subtle ears, can feel the air-interference-being-cosmical-messenger.. .here where all the light waves splash their message from the divine ocean of purification.......here where all the lines become the unseen....here where all the bridges become the sound-harmonical-sweat....here we breath the untouchable “fulfiller” bodyless-frequency-cardiopath-airrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Have you ever felt, count the stars you've been flying through...?

This song was based on a ficticious vison I had of a human robot, as nowadays, really wake up as a robot someday... and could see the magic definetely.. he could not feel the air couldn't breath conciously couldn't stretch himself then start to feel a sudden call of singing to freed himself...

Have they employed the whole and free time in their lifes? Have they crossed the being of another field? Have they inspired the whole and unique divine gas in the universe of atmospheres? Have they sung all those unlimited and helpful songs, which when the birds remind them in the break of the day? Have they formed their wayness throught their countless doubts? Have they flown over their graceful joy? wado

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Over the vast and bored stellar sun stays the hidden rain of the external touches of expanding oneself… Yes…there is the hidden temperature of the mirrors within and its derivations… How is sweet the “multiply-oneself” in the enchanted realm of lost oneself to oneself mind ….How is sweet the enchant of a cloud that transits those adjacent external skips, of new born star, of the relief breath… There is the chant of the mountain birds within and its wavy concaves of melted harmonic magma… How is sweet the hearing of the external volcano of those that sing since their concavities of high physical-mutant level…..How is sweet hearing the walking of the farthest storms of the sun within…The is the catastrophe , the radio, the receptacle of the fluorescent owl’s eyes friend ……… Sweet sun, sweet rain of the falls and the somersaults….how is magic the “entrails oneself” in the caves of incandescent gold within….how is incandescent the meeting of the non-found beings of the galaxy….. How is soothing the non-saying of the non-said words of the unexpected emerge oneself…. How is soothing the “inspire oneself” at the most relief expiring of exist… Wado

Let The Blue Hand accomplishes thy sphere of healing the outer world of brightness....let the blue hand catalyzes the inner force which has been waiting to come out and soothe thy solid faces ....let the hand make the sculptur of the future, the new form. you with with your kindness on touching the solar flare inside...you with your incandescent scent of love...you can spread out with your magnetic beauty the power of all the lovers when these get together over the calm brook of nowhere....your with your grace . wado

Becoming the air around we change the wheather touching someone's eye we make the spin of their thought dancing in the silence we can move those winds emerging from the own field we can embrace the last soldier, the last attempt......... the soul is unique at its own sensation why are you stooped by? what are you waiting for? what is the next step towards the real accomplishment? yourself....

your with your kindness to touch the crystal....shoul get the common quartz and become yourself the next messenger of the crystal....all-codes-in material reflection divine's god resembling material...

Where all the beings speak the language of the silence....where all the beings receive instantly the message of the divine....breaking through the other side of the forgotten field of expansion........

Come and sweat sweet being...do play all over my veins, be its river;Enchant the blue trees of our divine will;splash the last thoughts away from now;be the rocky shore of our new cosmic touch-feeling;illuminate our non-stop will to be free, wash us... wado

Life is a continuous give and take. It is a pulsation, just like breathing -- you breathe in, you breathe out. If you are happy, happiness goes out, happiness comes in. If you are celebrating, your breathing becomes a celebration. You touch somebody's hand and you have transformed that man's being -- at least for a moment; you have given him a glimpse, a taste. And of course you are related to many people, in many ways.... They all will start feeling. Many many people who are selfish are needed in the world -- they will become a small broadcasting station of happiness. And then whatsoever you feel like doing, you do. If you want to serve a beggar, serve. But first things first. Otherwise you cannot serve anybody because you have not served even yourself. And god is not going to ask you, 'Why was somebody else a beggar, and somebody poor, and somebody dying?' -- no. He will ask you, 'What have you done with yourself? I had given you an opportunity -- has your seed sprouted? Have you flowered? Has your life been a fulfillment? Have you lived?' If you don't live rightly, your whole energy becomes evil, des-tructive. Have you noticed the interesting fact that if you read the word 'live' backwards, it becomes 'evil' ? Just spell your life a little wrongly, and everything goes rotten -- it becomes evil. So live truly, authentically, sincerely -- that is the most funda-mental thing. I show you life! I don't show you service. Service comes as a shadow. A really alive person is continuously sharing his energy -- whatsoever he has -- because he knows that the more you share, the more you have. So, that you have to decide, otherwise meditation will not be possible, because meditators are bound to be selfish people. A meditator is simply forgetting the whole world. There are so many problems in the world -- and he is sitting with closed eyes under his bodhi tree, meditating, watching his navel! He is really not a good person at all! There are people dying -- you should go and help them to live. There are hungry people. There are orphans, there are wars going on -- you should do something! And you are sitting under the tree and gazing at your navel.... Have you gone mad? But a buddha, a christ, a krishna -- they all flowered in deep silence. Of course once you have flowered, your fragrance can go to the winds, but never before! You don't have anything! So my suggestion is: first be selfish, then altruism will come on its own accord. Then it has a beauty... a totally different quality. Then you are not a do-gooder. You don't impose anything on anybody. You are a sharer, and to whomsoever accepts some-thing from you, you feel grateful, because he has accepted something from you. Then there is no ego trip. Just be here, meditate a little, do a few groups. Touching is very very meaningful. In fact, if the mother has not touched the child very deeply, the child will always remain divided between feeling and thought. Much hugging is needed -- and that has disappeared. Breast-feeding is needed, otherwise the child never starts feeling. Now in the west, mothers don't like to breast-feed because their breasts will lose shape. They don't want to hug too much... touch is almost a taboo. I was just reading about one japanese sculptor whose works were being shown in New York. The curators of the american museum were very much confounded, because he insisted on one thing which was never heard of before. He insisted that below each of his statues he wanted a small sign -- there was no trouble; they said that he could have a sign -- but the sign read: 'Please touch' -- statues! He said, 'I won't allow my work if these signs are not allowed in the museum. Then there is no need for my exhibition. Unless somebody touches my statues, how is he going to feel?' The curators could not believe what this foolish artist was wanting, because in american museums you have the sign, 'Don't touch! Keep aloof!' And that is not only in the museum -- in life also, touching has disappeared. So this is the problem that arises -- the person has not been touched in his childhood, so he does not know how to feel, because touch brings the feel. You can devise methods. If somebody says he cannot feel, then let him lie down -- touch him, hug him, let him feel the warmth of the body. Mothering techniques will be needed. If a woman can help, it will be good. If the woman can play the role of the mother, it will be good. Let him move backwards again to his childhood -- when he was small and he was hankering for warmth. Warmth is food for the feeling part -- that's what is needed. Then he will start moving into emotions. He may start crying... then help him. He may get angry, may move into a tantrum... then help him. But touch seems to be the gateway, so try with touch methods. Wado