La huerta

“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” Ray Bradbury

 

What I’ve learnt lately:

The word Yoga means union in sanskrit.

Union with ourselves and then with the universe.

We create our circumstances: all is an illusion.

The time for seeding is only once a year.

For each thing there is a time to ripen.

We are what we eat, what we smell and what we think.

We are our senses,

and the uniqueness of how we choose to interpret them.

I become conscious about my own roots,

Where and how far are they growing?

My feet,

where and how far are they going?

Comments are closed.