Hay noches en las que mi almohada se vuelve un campo de batalla entre los fantasmas que mi mente ha creado y la consciencia más allá de mi mente Eventos de mi vida cotidiana Se vuelven armas de fuego cargadas con balas de duda, desmerecimiento y frustración Al pasar la sorpresa de tal ataque Mi japa se vuelve mi escudo Y la batalla comienza Repito mi japa y mi cuerpo encuentra paz Pero mi mente encuentra la manera de atacar de nuevo Es el cansancio quien tiene la última palabra Y en mis sueños apareces para recordarme 'Suelta el miedo' Un abrazo La mañana tiene un sabor a victoria Gracias
Growing up without religion I believed I was without God One phrase from my teacher You are loved and protected Savoured over and over again In the past weeks I went for a walk in nature on a stormy day You are loved and protected came to my head and then I remembered Since I was a child In every moment of my life And especially in moments of distress Faith and Trust have always kept me going A feeling that everything will turn out well My heart has been held all my life without me noticing The God in my heart is formless and nameless What a joyful discovery I made Strolling on a stormy day
Under the candlelight In the silence of the early morning I sit alone on my mat One by one or several at a time start marching in like in a parade The housewife and her 'to-do list' The mum and her worries The teacher and her uncompleted tasks The body and its needs The daughter and her regrets The yoga teacher and her self-doubt The blogger and her ideas Loud chitchat In the silence of the early morning I softly wave them away one by one but they are sneaky and persistent teaching me to be patient Tomorrow I'll sit here again ready to greet them and let them go over and over again
Drop the veil of perceptions Let go of your expectations Conquer your fear Give yourself fully See, hold and listen How can you not see yourself in my longing?
Love is now It is not 'when...' It is not 'if...' Love now 'cause never is breathing down our necks