With no Time to Love Himself | Sem tempo para amar a si mesmo

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Poetry reading 🔈

With no time to love himself
He ended up
Losing himself.

He thought those objects—
Valuable metals in the market—
Were pieces to make up
Power he wanted,
Understanding it
Would bring to life
A perfect him.

Wrong and lost—
He mourned,
Shouting his pain
Disguised in words of command.

Weak and tired—
Little did he know:
Perfection dwelled in him
(as it does in you)
All along.

There came a Spring day.
He could no longer 
Dictate himself 
To be another self,
And traveled back home,
Where lives and Nature 
Are all One.

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Sem tempo para amar a si mesmo
ele acabou
perdendo a si mesmo.

Pensou que aqueles objetos —
valiosos metais no mercado —
fossem peças para construir 
o poder que ele queria,
pensando que isso daria vida
à sua perfeição.

Equivocado e perdido —
lamentou, gritando sua dor
disfarçada em palavras de ordem.

Fraco e cansado —
mal sabia:
a perfeição tinha morada nele
(assim como em você)

Chegou um dia de primavera.
Ele já não podia ser seu próprio ditador
para se tornar um outro indivíduo,
e viajou de volta para casa,
onde vida e Natureza
são Um.

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Peace, Love, and Life for all beings ૐ 
Bhuvi ♥︎

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Who Are You?

Aphrodite/Venus crouched or bathing
Unknown artist
Museu Nacional de Belas Artes, Rio de Janeiro

Did you look at yourself in the mirror today? I suppose you did. Perhaps you woke up, washed your face and saw yourself in the mirrored medicine cabinet. Perhaps you checked out wrinkles or found out some brand new white hair. Have you analyzed the colors and how they match after you got dressed? Or maybe tried to figure out whether to tuck in your shirt? You might have combed your hair and tried to tie it up in a different way or just made a ponytail because you didn’t have time to wash, dry, etc., etc.

When you looked at yourself, did you see yourself? Could you actually see your self? Did you observe? To observe is to go further past the virtual layer we create; it is to dissolve the unreal identity which meets expectations ego creates—ours and the others’—for the sheer purpose of… Fitting in a specific social space.

The way you identify yourself while watching your self is your identity. We are not ID numbers nor are we statistics. In reality, each one of us is the inside; we are whatever is beyond the image, beyond records.

“Everything is said by an observer,” wrote Chilean scientist Humberto Maturana.

The human being is a living complex system, which means humans are not mechanisms or systems with fixed structures. Moreover, we are dynamic and, therefore, in our interactions we constantly change—behavior and structure are mutable. Consequently, it is impossible to determine an adequate, permanent conduct for living systems in every possible context, because we cannot predict variations.

And thus interactions between living beings are endless learning processes as we must see individuals in their own environment, in their own time, by respecting their structural changes. Which is a great challenge for those who, clung to norms—socially constructed beliefs—do not connect with what life is: dynamic happenings.

Connecting with life does not mean to speak for diversity, but rather to act detached, understanding there is diversity within diversity itself, and that individual identities are not exactly what you name. Identity is that which you can touch and understand, once you go past the surface, diving deep into the I.

However, if one fears one’s truth, one most certainly will not surrender oneself to learning the others’ truths—diving is an act of courage—and, therefore, will not experience Love. While lacking Love, one denies history and builds existences by settling identities from one’s own prejudice, establishing one’s own comfort and pleasure within stagnation and apathy.

We are historical: our ancestors’ continuum. But we are history now—individual, reedited, updated, and expanded lives. Only by really observing can an observer speak about individuals, for it takes connection and learning the oneness, and yet peculiarity, of existences.

Although this is all very important mainly because we live in community, most of all, one must be one’s own observer.

Watch yourself mindfully and you shall be able to answer the question: Who are you? Then you might be able to truly connect with other beings.

Life is no competition nor trial.
Life is experience.


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A Flash of Light

Symbol of Life (universal and individual) as incessant interaction of cooperating opposites

The Absolute contains in itself eternity, passive energy, and dynamism of Time, active energy. Heaven and Earth. Antagonists, yet cooperative, such energies are spheres of being, both within existence. Unfolded into duality It originated the Universe and creatures. The world, therefore, personifies life polarities into distinctions of elements, individual reminiscences of The Absolute broken to smithereens.

As male humans personify passive energy, the roots, female humans are activating energy, the womb. But in essence they are one. While we are temporal and spatial development, we transcend time and space as manifestations of antagonistic aspects of existence, The Absolute.

Resting in the core of our being, in the vessels which our bodies are, is the Highest Essence from which we continuously expand. Although ineffable and inconceivable in human materialism, Divine energy — wholeness — is in all of us; It is experienced as Life within the being and Life of the Cosmos. Life is Love.

From Life’s longing for itself Life comes through—Nirvana is two mirrors staring at each other. It is only by achieving consciousness—being awake—that we experience Oneness, the All in all of us, comprehending the twofold process of creation (and dissolution), and understanding the true: The Absolute is not to be split, dissolved, disintegrated.

Therefore, through our bodies The Divine expresses itself. And once we wake up from the sleep of partition we are able to experience—share and receive—All in its totality. We are both universal life and individual life, a continuous interaction of cooperative opposites in creation process. Light flashes through us.

Aum Shanti
May all beings exist in Peach, Love and Life
Bhuvi ♥︎

From Life’s longing
for itself
Life comes through.
Creation is Love,
Light flashing through us.


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Life: Who Cares?

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Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro
by Bhuvi

Life is the divine energy populating bodies; it is pure Love and Nature. Life is the peaceful existence of sentient beings.

Is it? Or should it be?

What is Life, after all? Is it what we get or is it what we do of what we get? Who owns life?

I have decided to go out for walking meditation and feel life. After a while I opened myself to the world surrounding me, and this is what I received:

“People are not disposable,” read a graffiti on the wall behind a man sleeping in filthy blankets, on a street named “Homeland Volunteers,” where lines of buildings on both sides stretched up to the sky like private pieces of heaven, hostile to that citizen and others curled up on the sidewalk, in front of every single bank and church.

“Who cares?”—was printed on a passerby’s t-shirt.

I mentally repeated the question and some blocks later was given an answer.

A man begged for money, showing three coins in his hand and talking about how breakfast is the most important meal because it kickstarts the day. He smiled with his empty mouth, and his two dogs wagged their tales while I handed him some money.

“They want to play!”

“Beautiful dogs. What are their names?”

“Life and Beethoven. Life ran away from me once. But I found her back, with the help of neighbors around here. She’s tough. But if you don’t watch her carefully, she might just slip away. She’s crazy. I love Life! But you cannot take her for granted. Every morning, as soon as my eyes are open I check and make sure Life is with me. You know, it’s all about knowing what really matters. You have got to look in her direction. Look into her eyes. I mean, look! Really! What do you see? Take care of that. What you see in the eyes of Life is treasure. And… You know? When I thought I have lost her, some people helped but it’s really on me. You get it? I’m accountable for whatever happens to Life; she’s my responsibility since the day I got her. Faith. I have faith… In Life. But then there are people who treat Life bad. My Life, you see? I might be in this condition but my Life does not belong to them. No it doesn’t. They might have money; I have Love. I have Life.”

“I hear ya!”—I had tears in my eyes.

“Now, check out both happy together! I don’t think Life would be happy without Beethoven! He’s quiet, relaxed, I mean, I love him too. Well, you know, Life is special. I was given Life as a gift. And when you are given a gift you take care of it. If it turns out to be hard, just do your best and you will succeed. Because… Seriously! When you take action, just the very fact of taking action is success. And, by the way, thanks for the smile. Not many people do that.”

As Elson and I shook hands Life and Beethoven jumped on me, and that question popped into my mind again: Who cares?

Elson and the neighbors do, Life and Beethoven, too.

People are not disposable; each one of us count. Whether presiding a country or sleeping under marquees, whatever color, ethnicity, sexuality or sex, one’s value is in the very fact that one exists. Every life matters. All lives are livable; all lives are grievable.

We should all care.

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What I Unlearned Being Silent for Fifteen Days

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After a decade going to spiritual and meditation retreats, they are not exactly a novelty to me—unless you bear in mind that no retreat is the same. However, I felt like a newbie at the last silent retreat with my Master. It was the first time I spent fifteen days wholeheartedly immersed in the experience of being in silence. In other words: It was my first time totally dedicated to listening, reading, figuring out myself. It was my first time exploring a cave: my heart. My unlearning of certain things was the missing key to open the padlock protecting access to my unconscious, to tearing down walls and finding the false bottom hiding important truths.

Perhaps you, as I myself did before, might think: “I’ve done it! Spent a couple of days in silence.” Or even: “I spend the day basically by myself and thus remain in silence”. Okay. But have you ever really been silent?

The first day at a retreat where you have already been and with people you have met before is mostly touching base. Between hugs, laughs, and sharing we all recognized on each other the friend we haven’t seen for almost six months. Some came with startling news, others were like “Ah! Same old same old.” While those hours passed we got prepared to dive into silence.

When the mountains still blocked the sunbeams we were all rise and shine in the temple, meditating. Dynamically. Following guidelines Osho left and our Living-Master’s advice, the group of over one-hundred Sannyasins—yours truly included—started breathing chaotically. No rhythm, no expectations, no rules, just feeling the air coming in and out our noses, burning our nostrils and cleaning all the way to and fro the lungs, feeling the heat and the cold of some good energy. When the music changed we could not help ourselves but scream. From the top of our lungs we screamed, we shouted words, we moved however the body made us in cathartic ten minutes of sending it all out. Then the music changed again to make us jump on both flat feet, arms up, letting out the mantra “Hoo,” until a strong voice warned: “Stop!” And just like kids playing we froze. In whatever position we found ourselves, we just stopped and remained there, watching, observing, feeling the waves going through our physical and subtle bodies. Letting go of the mind, which appreciates telling us we are tired and cannot remain in a position for so long. But we can! We can do it. Because we are in charge, and nothing is more important than feeling and following our hearts, just witnessing the power and energy of the moment. Until another music played and we just let our bodies loose, flowing in the rhythm like a bird cutting into the air, wings spread wide, no flapping, no worries, just being.

Followed by silent work meditation—for some it meant to rake the garden, for others to chop vegetables, and there are the ones cleaning up the restaurant and/or kitchen, just to mention some activities—, Kundalini Meditation, Chakra Breathing Meditation, and group gatherings to explore Bhagavan Sri Râmana Mahârshi’s golden question “Who am I?”, Osho’s Dynamic Meditation composed this well organized schedule which allowed us dive deep and fly high, silently searching for the truth. But none of those would work as well as they did without the most important event in the schedule: Satsangs. Sitting in silence, heart open, listening to our Guru is a must to spiritual growth, or awakening.

I find it amazing how we can learn from several readings available at any time, anywhere. There is no limit to gaining knowledge. However, being around a living Master makes the journey a pleasant walk in the meadow, no ifs, ands or buts about it. You just follow the steps, taking notice of the surroundings. And suddenly you realize that when there is nothing to say there is no need to speak. And most of the time, there is nothing to say. Life and Love completely permeate such relationship, which shake, awake, and move us. It nurtures something I like to think of as wings; but it also give us roots—we fly high and dive deep.

In fifteen days I unlearned everything society forced me into. It was like laying my finger on the delete key for days, and then looking into a mirror to find out I’m a blank page, to be written on now. There is only one moment I can write on that page: Now. There is only one moment I can read that page: Now. I am now.

I unlearned the face of my ego. I turned inside out. I cracked open the shell and touched the innermost part of my being. It seems like there is no way back, unless I get back to sleep. Because this time, I have really remained silent. It was not just about shutting up my mouth, but rather, focus was on silencing my mind or the voices not belonging to my heart; it was about “shushing” the ego.

I unlearned all the competition they make this life about, which shackles us to lies we end up living for the sake of an image we try hard to fit into the screen of a fictionalized world we are all—together—creating.

I unlearned the singular form and realized that thinking in terms of “the other” is segregating. It is past time we drop this splitter language and understand it is all about “we,” not “I + she/he.” But first, let’s make it about the self, not the ego—much less so about the selfie. First and foremost, populate yourself by your self. Drop the ego. Touch base with who you are, and Love who you are. Only then it will be possible to “love thy neighbor as thyself.”

I unlearned one of the cruelest lessons they have taught me: How to kill my first love, the Love I should have nurtured since day one in society, which is the love for my nature. Because there is no music more beautiful than the silence of nature, of my innocence, of my “child-good”. And it is in this space I have created—sacred and safe—that I can nurture Love for humanity, and compassion, and build understanding. That is the real sense of communalism. That is true Love. And it starts within, then it floods, touches and connects lives. We are all beings sharing existence.

Although in silence, I unlearned to be quiet and afraid. My voice is that coming from the silent space of my heart; it is my truth, my being. It does not come out only in words. Otherwise, it would be just nonsense. My voice is my action, absolutely in harmony with my thoughts. And I unlearned faith along with the meaning of God as they teach us. Because we are all and each “the entire ocean in a drop.” Whatever I do to my self, I do to the Universe, and vice-versa. I am whoever I am at the moment; but I am also the lives surrounding me, man and woman, sublime and grotesque, good and evil. I unlearned which would be my place in a box.

There is a God in me, in you, in all of us, which is our divine nature. We are all accountable for the lives we all—together— have been living. And the more we perpetuate killing the first love, the more we hold humanity miserable. It is in the plates of each one of us to change; or rather, to quit the game of suffering and accept freedom. We are born free. The more we listen to sounds from outside the more we miss what happens within. It is in real silence that we connect, with compassion, Love, respect, and care.

Peace, Love and Life for all,

Bhuvi ♥︎

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.


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Creation Follows Destruction

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“Living evolution is allowing the dance of creation, the dance of destruction, and the dance of liberation.”

The system transforms people into gears to make up a machine which exchanges lives for money; it establishes patterns to oppress individual natures. While wheels are turning, oppressors and victims are dehumanized. At the end of the day, the feeling is of losing one self and being defeated.

While feeling thwarted and urged to compete, individuals are motivated to act with violence against the “Other” who became mere enemy created by a powerful supremacy to maintain people under control. Because ultimately friendly connections—loving relationships—are threatening for their strength and refusal to submit.

Thus, breaking bonds with other human beings is to fall into the power game set by those heading the system, holding the key to run the machine which transforms us into objects lacking human essence. In this game, use of violence (physical and psychological), ruling the body of others, and dehumanization are norms, consequently human beings are segregated—separated into groups and labeled by sex, gender, race, religion, weight, health condition, ideas…—divided by supremacy of fake perfection or absolute power to those who consider themselves models. And thus are born patriarchs, fascists, egocentric people, who make use of authoritarianism and intolerance to control and subjugate disregarded people.

We know who wins such game: People are socialized not to show affection, and to accept social roles, judge, and discriminate; and even oppressed they perpetuate oppression. However, “Absolute power for patriarchs is not freeing. The nature of fascism is such that it controls, limits, and restricts leaders as well as the people fascists oppress.” (bell hooks, 1981)

To resist is, therefore, to accept human beings as one. In each individual dwells every sentient being; we are a communion of lives. While denying one’s life you deny everyone’s life, including yours. In community, when you point out and say “the Others” it is like you are pronouncing the words facing a mirror. Your resistance begins within, letting go of inherited concepts and knowledge; expressly, destructing the old, retrograde, and harmful to construct the new. That is actual salvation. There is no resurrection without death; no creation without destruction.

Living evolution is allowing the dance of creation, the dance of destruction, and the dance of liberation. Being aware so to experience life and not simply accept oppressions, patterns, and perpetuate bigotry. It is vital that you know how to give yourself completely to humanity without focusing on the task of feeding your ego. Therefore, it is paramount to learn the issues, be conscious, and act; act daily, linking discourse and action.

Those dances take place within us; they are happening now. Listen inside.

Conventional knowledge is death to our souls, and it is not really ours.


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The in between

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I have lived my life shattered by the fear I was taught. I have felt I was different, wrong, a fool. I have learned strangers are to be feared.

That was what they made me believe; that was the game in which I was caught.

“Don’t smile at strangers.”
“Don’t talk to strangers.”
“Don’t take candies from strangers.”
“Oh, don’t be such a fool!”

Until the day I realized, so worried about the others I was being a stranger to myself

We are taught so many things except how to love or even what love means. We are shown everything except the truth. When you are a kid, no one talks to you about making friends with yourself. Then to be truthful you must be courageous, because lying and adapting yourself to patterns is the norm.

Never take any one’s life for granted; never take your own life for granted. Be understanding. Difference does not disturb the order, patterns do; they disturb the heart, uniqueness and Peace of the soul.

Categories disturb Love; Love must be the order.

You are given birth.
You are given death.
The in between is for you to build.

Walk the path of Freedom.

Pick the tool Love; pick the path Freedom. Get rid of the prison which is fear. The real “I” is not foolish, it is not wrong, but rather, it is the cord holding the being together. And truth is in your heart.

You can laugh, smile, talk. No fear is needed. No courage is needed. You only need to flow with your essence: the divine dwelling in you.

Between birth and death, love. That makes an ecstatic journey from light, through light, to light.

“Love thy neighbor,” don’t judge, don’t categorize, don’t patronize, simply love. And never forget to love the one who is the closest to you: yourself.

Be the love you wish to receive.

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Death is transition

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I had never seen death happening until the day one of my cats died. She suffered from a chronic kidney condition which made her life gradually become a heavy burden for her. When she was no longer able to use the sand box appropriately nor eat, she no longer interacted much with us or the other cats, the vet warned us she would not get any better and suffering would increase, so helping her pass would be a wise and compassionate decision.

On a Saturday morning we took a cab holding Ana in her carrier and trying hard to keep our hearts whole and in peace.

She was quiet and peaceful all the way there and even when we were finally in the clinic, holding her in our arms and talking to the vet to make sure that was it. We also made sure she felt Love flooding from our hearts her way.

The vet separated the material she needed to give Ana the injection. Filled with care and respect to that living being, she started the process.

When the first milligrams of anestesia went through the IV catheter I leaned toward Ana and looked into her eyes. Suddenly they went empty. There was no life in that body. Ana was gone.

All my readings and meditation, all my thoughts and inquiries concerning death suddenly came together in my heart, making sense—a little, at least.

Souls are free. They are energy; they are vibration. They populate a body and become a certain shape, but they themselves are amorphous, light, and fluid. Souls are divine; they are the source: pure love. While I saw something happen in those eyes; while I dove into the blackness of her pupils I could see Ana fly away and leave the body. That was when I felt death—not sure yet how little I understood it. It was strong.

I had never seen it happen; I had never seen death itself. But now that I did, now that I actually saw how the eyes are windows to the soul, one thing is clear: we become fragmented, we split the moment we take a certain shape. Throughout life, as we try to fit this and that position and meet patterns, we shatter. Then we try to find and put smithereens together, not knowing they never fall far from us; they are inside. When we die, we become whole again.

Souls are beings. Bodies are (e)states. Death is transition.

While we root ourselves through consciousness—meditation gives us those roots and the deeper they go the higher we grow—, Love gives us wings, and it is through Love that we reunite with the divine and we are able to leave the shape and be essence. It is through Love that we know the truth and get rid of the ego, the layers distancing our souls from the world. Through Love we live reality. Love is God, God is freedom, our wings to fly. Where there is Love there is no fear but rather freedom.

We die. We frequently die, whenever we are able to flee the shape and be real, whole. And that was how I saw death as an action which is part of the process Life. My mind might try to find Ana in that spot she spent most of her last days on Earth, but my heart knows she was more than that shape materially present in my life. She is much more than Ana.

May that soul be peaceful in the light.

Om Shanti

Honoring the life of Ana, aka The Ancient Dragon, and her 14 years of adventure on Earth! 🖤

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