The Dance of Flames | A dança das chamas

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We share our heat
In the cold night.
Lovers who are
the same light.

My heart is your continent,
I’m a traveler in you.
While I dive into your existence,
We dance like flames.

It is the dance of
Light and color.
Heat of love.

Silently burning:
Absolute fire
In paradise.
May all beings find Love and dance in Paradise.
Life, Peace and Love for all
Bhuvi ♥︎ૐ

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Compartilhamos nosso calor
na noite de frio.
Amantes, somos
a mesma luz.

Meu coração é seu continente,
sou viajante em você.
Enquanto mergulho em sua existência,
dançamos como chamas.

Dança de
Luz e cor.
Calor e amor.

Queima em silêncio:
Fogo Absoluto
no Paraíso.
Que todos os seres encontrem Amor e dancem no Paraíso.
Vida, Paz e Amor para todos os seres
Bhuvi ♥︎ૐ

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When You Found Me | Quando você me encontrou

I was walking
In my sleep
Had eyes but could not see.

Doors were wide open.
But what good could that be
When my mind
Worked as shackles
Hindering my being?

Then you found me

I was reborn
Inside out,
Saw what cannot be (un)seen,
While hearing the silent tone
Of real Love.

Now that you
Have found me
The sweet taste of life
Impregnated my soul.

In you
I see my heart.
In my heart
I see you.

We dance
Like flames.
May all beings experience real Love
Life and Peace
Aum Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

Eu caminhava sonâmbula,
tinha olhos,
mas não conseguia enxergar.

Portas estavam escancaradas.
Mas de que isso adiantaria
quando minha mente
trabalhava como grilhões
a impedir meu Ser?

Então você me encontrou

Eu renasci
de dentro para fora,
vi o que não pode ser (des)visto,
enquanto ouvia a silenciosa melodia
do Amor verdadeiro.

Agora que você
me encontrou,
o doce sabor da vida
impregnou minh’alma.

Em você
vejo meu coração.
Em meu coração
vejo você.

como chamas.
Que todos os seres possam viver o Amor verdadeiro
Vida e Paz
Aum Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

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Seeker of Truth | Buscadora da verdade

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Seeker of truth— 

Seeking awareness beyond the ego,
She surrendered to the heart,
Moving closer to
The source of life.
(Real Love
The Absolute:
God within.)

Jumping off the merry-go-round,
She let go of the burden,
Deconstructing patterns:
Behind is graveyard.

(On the highest
Mountains, One
Relearns breathing)

Questioning the present,
She grew to be a child,
Becoming free like a sage:
Ahead is nothing.

(Have you ever asked yourself
Who is looking out
The window of your soul?)

—Now she is free.


Buscadora da verdade—

Ao buscar a consciência além do ego
ela se entregou ao coração,
da fonte de vida.
(Verdadeiro Amor
O Absoluto:
Deus interior.)
Ao saltar do carrossel
ela se desapegou do fardo,
desconstruindo padrões:
atrás é cemitério.
(Nas mais altas
reaprende-se a respirar.)
Ao questionar o presente
ela cresceu e se tornou criança,
sendo livre como um sábio:
à frente é nada.
(Você já se perguntou
quem olha para fora,
pela janela de sua alma?)
—Agora ela é livre.

Aum Shanti, Shanti, Shanti
Let there be
Life, Peace, and Love for all beings.
Bhuvi ♥︎

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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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Leitura do poema 🔈

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.

Poetry Reading | Leitura do poema

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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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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Like a River | Como um rio

Like a river
Life flows
From birth to death.

In the end
We all join the ocean.

To flow is
To remain fresh.
If you build a dam
no more springs will come.

Embanked water becomes stale
And accumulates poison.

Do not contaminate your heart!

Let go, and
Be fresh.

Nothing you hoard
should do you good.
Om Shanti

Como um rio
a vida flui
do nascimento à morte.

Ao final, todos nós
encontramos o oceano.

Fluir é constantemente renovar-se.
Se você construir uma barragem,
não haverá nascentes.

Água represada deteriora,
acumula veneno.

Não contamine seu coração!

Deixe fluir,

Nada do que você retém,
pode fazer bem.
Om Shanti

In the end
We all join the ocean.


Ao final, todos nós
encontramos o oceano.

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Meditation and Compassion (foundation of a loving life)

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My name is Bhuvi.
Bhuvi means Heaven.
But if I disregard the fact that verb is what defines us, this will be yet another noun, a strange word with no importance—unreal appearance.

I am Bhuvi and this is my practice:
To understand “love is the ladder between heaven and hell,” but heaven and hell are not material spaces nor are they autonomous; they only exist in ourselves, and ladders are two-way accesses. To daily choose to nurture heaven and to follow the path of love—give up war and fossilized social constructions of prejudice, approaching the reality within each one.

I therefore commit myself to seek a conscious and awake existence, heartfelt toward myself and the others, practicing “cultural humility”—as coined by Dr. Jann Murray-Garcia and Dr. Melanie Tervalon—which I define as Meditation and Compassion (foundations of a loving life). Such is the practice to contribute with peace for all sentient beings, and end suffer on Earth — the Lotus paradise.

Some people might consider humbleness as weakness or submission. However, when I look at cultural humility as meditation and compassion, I relate the practice with strength and determination to listen to people, seeking complete understanding of the being: discourse, physical body, and subtle body, i.e., see, understand, and accept uniqueness of different existences. More importantly, to listen and completely understand my own essence, acknowledging my prejudice, limitations, and patterns, then letting go of cultural heritage: internalized and incorporated behaviors, and definitions—addictions.

To meditate is to be in humble silence, to find your center, surrendering to awareness and observation of how your own existence affects the others, and how you relate to patterns and diverse identities. To meditate is to figure yourself out. To practice compassion is to be constantly Love—comprehension, bestowal, care—, a non situational existence; it is to figure out the others. Both practices are about getting rid of the ego, the makeup we put on to disguise essence.

The exercise demands: Go beyond appearances, understanding there is no limited list of livable lives, and all existences are possible. It is not about being politically correct, but about respecting natural diversity and constant mutation—identities are multidimensional and cannot be abridged by desires and expectations, much less by judgements.

Practicing active listening—reflexion with sensibility and inquiry—is one of the paths to cure community and transform poisons such as greed, hatred, envy, jealousy, materialism, and others into antidote against hopelessness. And through cultural humility we can deconstruct toxic relationships among beings, allowing the hearts to be stronger, nurturing the healthy growth of all existences. That is the real alchemy. With such practice, we put down walls and build up bridges, which allows life in communion.

I am Bhuvi. My practice is based on heaven, which I chose to nurture inside myself—May my thoughts, words, and actions contribute to happiness and freedom among all beings.

How about you? What is your practice?

Om Shanti

भुवि ♥️