Is your life like a tango?


Tango is about independence and bonding, about one step after the other, about living the moment, about passion and creativity, about love and… no, not hate,  just love.

Tango is free of rules. You can pick you next move yourself and be creative with the next one. Tango is about now, this moment. Is about here. It’s about partners connecting and living in the present. It’s about knowing when to get close and when to let go of each other.

It’s about trust, about looking in the eyes and understanding what’s going to be next. Speechless communication. How much no words can tell. It’s about feelings. It’s about expressing yourself and letting your partner express himself too, but each one adapting harmoniously with the other.

In tango the man must subtle lead his partner merely by intention. He is the one that sees the dance floor and thus has the responsibility on him. He has to put the light on the woman. To make her follow him freely. Than the woman will use her intuition and will feel his next move more accurately. As she is taken into the dance and cannot see, she must make use of the other senses. For a woman tango calls for patience, acceptance, feeling and synchronicity.

Isn’t this tango the way relationships should be? Or life?

Life like a tango

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How did the rose…


“How did the rose

 ever open its heart

and give to this world all its beauty?

 It felt the encouragement of light against its being,

 otherwise, we will remain too

 frightened ”

by Hafiz  (c. 1320-1389)  ~ Persia

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How do you open your heart? And share the beauty of your soul with the world. And then you feel exposed and might get scared of being hurt. Without a courage we might remain with our hearts hidden and not ever bloom out of fear.

Love and cherish who acts as the encouragement of light for you. Love those who make you reveal your heart.

Evening star


On January 15 we celebrate in Romania our most famous poet: Mihai Eminescu. Born in 1850, Eminescu’s poems span a large range of themes, from nature and love to hate and social commentary. He is considered also the godfather of modern Romanian language.

His most famous work is the “Evening Star” (Luceafarul) – a 98 stanzas long poem (it holds the world record for the longest love poem)  about the impossible love between immortal Evening Star and a beautiful mortal princess. The young princess was praying each night to the Evening star and thus the star falls in love with he and is willing to give up his immortality, but realizes that the pure love he has for the young girl cannot be sustained in the mortal world.
The poem can be simply described (for the today’s YouTube generation…) as a combination between “Gone with the Wind” (it is a romantic drama), “Star Trek” (it contains science fiction entertainment) and “Love Story” (the poem is one of the most romantic poems and it also ends in a drama) – all together, which means it is a romantic poem but also a third millennium modern poem.

Genius and foreseer, Mihai Eminescu is considered Europe’s last great romantic not in the least because he gave voice of such unmistakable music to the sadness of love.

The Evening Star
Luceafarul (Evening Star) painting by Sabin Balasa

Evening Star – 1883

There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne’er in the time’s raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.

 She was her parents’ only child,
Bright like the sun at noon,
Like the Virgin midst the saints
And among stars the moon.

 From the deep shadow of the vaults
Her step now she directs
Toward a window; at its nook
Bright Evening-star expects.

 She looks as in the distant seas
He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.

 To look at him every night
Her soul her instincts spur;
And as he looks at her for weeks
He falls in love with her.

 And as on her elbows she leans
Her temple and her whim
She feels in her heart and soul that
She falls in love with him.

 And ev’ry night his stormy flames
More stormily renew
When in the shadow of the castle
She shows to his bright view.

 * *

 And to her room with her slow steps
He bears his steps and aims
Weaving out of his sparkles cold
A toil of shaking flames.

 And when she throws upon her bed
Her tired limbs and reposes,
He glides his light along her hands
And her sweet eyelash closes.

 And from the mirror on her shape
A beam has spread and burns,
On her big eyes that beat though closed
And on her face that turns.

 Her smiles view him; the mirror shows
Him trembling in the nook
For he is plunging in her dream
So that their souls may hook.

 She speaks with him in sleep and sighs
While her heart’s swelled veins drum:
-“O sweet Lord of my fairy nights,
Why comest thou not? Come!

 Descend to me, mild Evening-star
Thou canst glide on a beam,
Enter my dwelling and my mind
And over my life gleam!”

 And he listens and trembles and
Still more for her love craves
And as quick as the lightning he
Plunges into the waves.

 The water in that very spot
Moves rolling many rings
And out of the unknown, dark, depth
A superb young man springs.

 As on a threshold o’er the sill
His hasty steps he leads,
Holds in his hand a staff with, at
Its top, a crown of reeds!

 A young Voivode he seems to be
With soft and golden hair;
A blue shroud binds in a knot on
His naked shoulder fair.

 The shade of his face is of wax
And thou canst see throughout –
A handsome dead man with live eyes
That throw their sparkles out.

 -“From my sphere hardly I come to
Follow thy call and thee,
The heaven is my father and
My mother is the sea.

 So that I could come to thy room
And look at thee from near
With my light reborn from waves my
Fate toward thee I steer.

 O come, my treasure wonderful
And thy world leave aside;
For I am Evening-star up from
And thou wouldst be my bride.

 In my palace of coral I’ll
Take thee for evermore
And the entire world of the sea
Will kneel before thy door.”

 -“O thou art beautiful as but
In dreams an angel shows,
The way though thou hast oped for me
For me’s for ever close.

 Thy port and mien and speech are strange
Life thy gleams don’t impart,
For I’m alive and thou art dead
And thy eyes chill my heart.”

 * *

 Days have past since: but Evening-star
Comes up againd and stays
Just as before, spreading o’er her
His clear, translucent rays.

 In sleep she would remember him
And, as before, her whole
Wish for the Master of the waves
Is clinching now her soul.

 -“Descend to me, mild Evening-star
Thou canst glide on a beam,
Enter my dwelling and my mind
And over my life gleam!”

 He hears: and from the dire despair
Of such an woeful weird
He dies, and the heavens revolve
Where he has disappeared.

 Soon in the air flames ruddy spread,
The world in their grip hold;
A superb form the spasms of the
Chaotic valleys mold.

 On his locks of black hair he bears
His crown a fierce fire frames;
He floats as he really comes
Swimming in the sun’s flames.

 His black shroud lets develop out
His arms marbly and hale;
He pensively and sadly brings
His face awfully pale.

 But his big wonderful eyes’ gleam,
Chimerically deep,
Shows two unsatiated spasms
That but into dark peep.

 -“From my sphere hardly I come to
Follow thy voice, thy sight;
The bright sun is my father and
My mother is the night.

 O come, my treasure wonderful
And thy world leave aside
For I am Evening-star from up
And thou wouldst be my bride.

 O come, and upon thy blond hair
Crowns of stars I shall crowd,
And more that all of them, up there,
Thou wild look fair and proud.”

 -“O thou art beautiful as but
In dreams a demon shows,
The way though hast oped for me
For me’s for ever close.

 The depths of my breast ache from the
Desire of thy fierce love
My heavy, big eyes also ache
When into them thine shove”.

 -“But how wouldst thou that I come down?
Know this – for, do I lie? -:
I am immortal, while thou art
One of those that must die!”

 -“I hate big words, nor do I know
How to begin my plea;
And although thy discourse is clear
I don’t understand thee.

 But if thou wantest my flamed love
And that would not be sham,
Come down on this temporal earth,
Be mortal as I am!”

 -“I’d lose my immortality
For but one kiss of thine!
Well, I will show thee how much too
For thy fierce love I pine!

 Yes, I shall be reborn from sin,
Receive another creed:
From that endlessness to which I
Am tied, I shall be freed!”

 And out he went, he went, went out,
Loving a human fay,
He plucked himself off from the sky,
Went for many a day.

 * *

 Meanwhile, the house-boy, Catalin,
Sly, and who often jests
When he’s filling with wine the cups
Of the banqueting guests;

 A page that carries step by step
The trail of the Queen’s gown,
A wandering bastard, but bold
Like no one in the town;

 His little cheek – a peony
That under the sun stews;
Watchful, just like a thief, he sneaks
In Catalina’s views.

 -“How beautiful she grew” – thinks he –
“A flower just to pluck!
Now, Catalin, but now it is
Thy chance to try thy luck!”

 And by the way, hurriedly, he
Corners that human fay:
-“What’s with thee, Catalin? Let me
Alone and go thy way!”

 -“No! I want thee to stay away
From thoughts that have no fun.
I want to see thee only laugh,
Give me a kiss, just one!”

 -“I don’t know what it is about
And, believe me, retire!
But for one Evening-star up from
I’ve kept my strong desire!”

 -“If thou dost not know I could show
Thee all about love’s balm!
Only, don’t give way to thy ire
And listen and be calm.

 So as the hunter throws the net
That many birds would harm,
When I’ll stretch my left arm to thee,
Enlace me with thy arm.

 Under my eyes keep thine and don’t
Let them move on their wheels
And if I lift thee by the waist
Thou must lift on thy heels.

 When I bend down my face, to hold
Thine up must be thy strife;
So, to each other we could throw
Sweet, eager, looks for life.

 And so that thou have about love
A knowledge true and plain,
When I stoop to kiss thee, thou must
Kiss me too and again.”

 With much bewilderment her mind
The little boy’s word fills,
And shyly and nicely now she
Wills not, and now she wills.

 And slowly she tells him:- “Since thy
Childhood I’ve known thy wit,
And as thou art and glib and small
My temper thou wouldst fit.

 But Evening-star sprung from the calm
Of the oblivion,
Though, gives horizon limitless
To the sea lone and dun.

 And secretly, I close my eyes
For my eyelash tears dim
When the waves of the sea go on
Travelling toward him.

 He shines with love unspeakable
So that my pains he’d leach,
But higher and higher soars, so
That his hand I’d ne’er reach.

 Sadly thrusts from the worlds which from
My soul his cold ray bar…
I shall love him for ever and
For ever he’ll rove far.

 Like the unmeasured steppes my days
Are deaf and wild, therefore,
But my nights spread a holy charm
I understand no more!”

 -“Thou art a child! Let’s go! Through new
Lands our own fate let’s frame!
Soon they shall have lost our trace and
Forgot even our name!

 We shall be both wise, glad and whole
As my judgement infers
And thou wouldst not long for thy kin
Nor yearn for Evening-stars!”

 * *

 Then Evening-star went out. His wings
Grow, into heavens dash,
And on his way millenniums
Flee in less than a flash.

 Below, a depth of stars; above,
The heaven stars begem, –
He seems an endless lightning that
Is wandering through them.

 And from the Chaos’ vales he sees
How in an immense ring
Round him, as in the World’s first day,
Lights from their sources spring;

 How, springing, they hem him like an
Ocean that swimming nears…
He flees carried by his desire
Until he disappears.

 For that region is boundless and
Searching regards avoids
And Time strive vainly there to come
To life from the dark voids.

 ‘Tis nought. ‘Tis, though, thirst that sips him
And which he cannot shun,
‘Tis depth unknown, comparable
To blind oblivion.

 -“From that dark, choking, endlessness
Into which I am furled,
Father, undo me, and for e’er
Be praised in the whole world!

 Ask anything for this new fate
For with mine I am through:
O hear my prayer, O my Lord, for
Thou gives life and death too.

 Take back my endlessness, the fires
That my being devour
And in return give me a chance
To love but for an hour!

 I’ve come from Chaos; I’d return
To that my former nest…
And as I have been brought to life
From rest, I crave for rest!”

 -“Hyperion, that comest from
The depths with the world’s swarm,
Do not ask signs and miracles
That have no name nor form.

 Thou wantest to count among men,
Take their resemblance vain;
But would now the whole mankind die
Men will be born again.

 But they are building on the wind
Ideals void and blind;
When human waves run into graves
New waves spring from behind.

 Fate’s persecutions, lucky stars,
They only are to own;
Here we know neither time nor space,
Death we have never known.

 From the eternal yesterday
Drinks what to-day will drain
And if a sun dies on the sky
A sun quickens again.

 Risen as for ever, death though
Follows them like a thorn
For all are born only to die
And die to be reborn.

 But thou remainest wheresoe’er
Thou wouldst set down or flee.
Thou art of the prime form and an
Eternal prodigy.

 Thou wilt now hear the wondrous voice
At whose bewitched singing
Mounts woody get skipping to skies
Into sea Island sinking!

 Perhaps thou wilt more: show in deeds
Thy sense of justice, might,
Out of the earth’s lumps make an empire
And settle on its height!

 I can give thee millions of vessels
And hosts; thou, bear thy breath
O’er all the lands, o’er all the oceans:
I cannot give thee death.

 For whom thou wantest then to die?
Just go and see what’s worth
All that is waiting there for thee
On that wandering earth!”

 * *

 His first dominion on the sky
Hyperion restores
And like in his first day, his light
All o’er again he pours.

 For it is evening and the night
Her duty never waives.
Now the moon rises quietly
And shaking from the waves,

 And upon the paths of the groves
Her sparkles again drone…
Under the row of linden-trees
Two youths sit all alone.

 -“O darling, let my blessed ear feel
How thy heart’s pulses beat,
Under the ray of thy eyes clear
And unspeakably sweet.

 With the charms of their cold light pierce
My thought’s faery glades,
Pour an eternal quietness
On my passion’s dark shades.

 And there, above, remain to stop
Thy woe’s violet stream,
For thou art my first source of love
And also my last dream!”

 Hyperion beholds how love
Their eyes equally charms:
Scarcely his arm touches her neck,
She takes him in her arms.

 The silvery blooms spread their smells
And their soft cascade strokes
The tops of the heads of both youths
With long and golden locks.

 And all bewitched by love, she lifts
Her eyes toward the fires
Of the witnessing Evening-star
And trusts him her desires:

 -“Descend to me, mild Evening-star
Thou canst glide on a beam,
Enter my forest and my mind
And o’er my good luck gleam!”

 As he did it once, into woods,
On hills, his rays he urges,
Guiding throughout so many wilds
The gleaming, moving, surges.

 But he falls not as he did once
From his height into swells:
-“What matters thee, clod of dust, if
‘Tis me or some one else?

 You live in your sphere’s narrowness
And luck rules over you –
But in my steady world I feel
Eternal, cold and true!”

* 

English version by Petre Grimm

On pride’s success


“When a man succeeds to do something that required much effort, pride starts to work inside him. He who losses weight will look with contempt at others that are overweight, and he who quits smoking will twist his nose despised when other bathes, yet, in his vice. If one represses diligently his sexuality will have haughtiness in his eyes when he looks at the “sinner” which tries hard to get rid of the sin, but instinct takes over.

What we succeed can make us more dirty than the sin itself. What we gain, may hinder our emotional values in a way that may fill our souls with venom. The money that we attract can make us arrogant and miserly, and success can turn us upside down into the frightening abyss of passions. The path to love gets narrow when we look at others from the heights of flying eagles.

The tenderness of the heart will dry on the haulms of contempt, hate and bitterness, if our soul is not ready to receive its success with the modesty and the grace of a flower… Everything we succeed for ourselves and brings us energy is ment to return back to those who fight in suffering and in sin. Our eyes are not designed for contempt, but to express the ways of love which our soul tries so hard to tell. Our successes are not given to us to swell us with pride, but to turn them into love, in development and in dedication to those around us.

If you repress your hunger while you are fasting, the hunger will grow even stronger. Your mind will dream about tasty and chosen foods, your mind will sense the most appetizing smells, even while you sleep, and then, next morning crazy with frustration, to compensate the lack with a defiant contempt pointed directly to the one that is not fasting. Then fasting becomes occasion for pride, for vanity and for haughty victory over lust…But above all, pride remains pride, and the feeling of frustration only confirms it.

If you succeeded in life, don’t cling yourself on other’s failures, for not awakening the fierce worm of vanity in you and become passionately opinionated. success is love’s energy and your capacity of accepting life, but it doesn’t stand still, it’s not like a mountain or an ocean. Pride and vanity of success will bring you down, slowly, from your pedestal, for they are painting on your life’s skies events of their own.

Loose weight, enjoy and be silent! Quit smoking, enjoy and be silent!

Clean your house, enjoy the tidiness and leave your neighbour’s garbage where your neighbour put it. Because between your neighbour and its garbage there is a hidden relation, emotions you do not know, feelings that you will never guess and causes that will remain, probably forever, hidden from your mind and heart. Between the fat man and its fat there is a hidden relation. An understanding. A secret. A misunderstood feeling. An unused emotion.  A rejected love. Fat is the teacher of the fat man. Vice is the teacher of the vicious. And in our life there are more severe teachers  than our vices and inabilities…”

“Now I know, I know that every hate, every aversion, every bad thing remembered, every lack of mercy, every lack of understanding, willingness, sympathy, every behavior that is not gracious and gentle as a Mozart menuet… is a sin and a filth; not only murdering, hurting, hitting, robbing, swearing, banishing, but every vulgarity, disregard, every bad glance, every contempt, every bad mood is from the devil and ruins everything.

Now I know, I found it out…”

Nicolae Steinhardt – “Man, as contingent being”

After reading this beautiful piece of father Steinhardt one single image came to mind. La Pieta.


The Celestine Insights – by James Redfield


THE FIRST INSIGHT . . . A CRITICAL MASS

A new spiritual awakening is occurring in human culture, an awakening brought about by a critical mass of individuals who experience their lives as a spiritual unfolding, a journey in which we are led forward by mysterious coincidences.

THE SECOND INSIGHT . . . THE LONGER NOW

This awakening represents the creation of a new, more complete worldview, which replaces a five-hundred-year-old preoccupation with secular survival and comfort. While this technological preoccupation was an important step, our awakening to life’s coincidences is opening us up to the real purpose of human life on this planet, and the real nature of our universe.

THE THIRD INSIGHT . . . A MATTER OF ENERGY

We now experience that we live not in a material universe, but in a universe of dynamic energy. Everything extant is a field of sacred energy that we can sense and intuit. Moreover, we humans can project our energy by focusing our attention in the desired direction…where attention goes, energy flows…influencing other energy systems and increasing the pace of coincidences in our lives.

THE FOURTH INSIGHT . . . THE STRUGGLE FOR POWER

Too often humans cut themselves off from the greater source of this energy and so feel weak and insecure. To gain energy we tend to manipulate or force others to give us attention and thus energy. When we successfully dominate others in this way, we feel more powerful, but they are left weakened and often fight back. Competition for scarce, human energy is the cause of all conflict between people.

THE FIFTH INSIGHT . . . THE MESSAGE OF THE MYSTICS

Insecurity and violence ends when we experience an inner connection with divine energy within, a connection described by mystics of all traditions. A sense of lightness–buoyancy–along with the constant sensation of love are measures of this connection. If these measures are present, the connection is real. If not, it is only pretended.

THE SIXTH INSIGHT . . . CLEARING THE PAST

The more we stay connected, the more we are acutely aware of those times when we lose connection, usually when we are under stress. In these times, we can see our own particular way of stealing energy from others. Once our manipulations are brought to personal awareness, our connection becomes more constant and we can discover our own growth path in life, and our spiritual mission–the personal way we can contribute to the world.

THE SEVENTH INSIGHT . . . ENGAGING THE FLOW

Knowing our personal mission further enhances the flow of mysterious coincidences as we are guided toward our destinies. First we have a question; then dreams, daydreams, and intuitions lead us towards the answers, which usually are synchronistically provided by the wisdom of another human being.

THE EIGHTH INSIGHT . . . THE INTERPERSONAL ETHIC

We can increase the frequency of guiding coincidences by uplifting every person that comes into our lives. Care must be taken not to lose our inner connection in romantic relationships. Uplifting others is especially effective in groups where each member can feel energy of all the others. With children it is extremely important for their early security and growth. By seeing the beauty in every face, we lift others into their wisest self, and increase the chances of hearing a synchronistic message.

THE NINTH INSIGHT . . .THE EMERGING CULTURE

As we all evolve toward the best completion of our spiritual missions, the technological means of survival will be fully automated as humans focus instead on synchronistic growth. Such growth will move humans into higher energy states, ultimately transforming our bodies into spiritual form and uniting this dimension of existence with the after-life dimension, ending the cycle of birth and death.

THE TENTH INSIGHT . . . HOLDING THE VISION

The Tenth Insight is the realization that throughout history human beings have been unconsciously struggling to implement this lived spirituality on Earth. Each of us comes here on assignment, and as we pull this understanding into consciousness, we can remember a fuller birth vision of what we wanted to accomplish with our lives. Further we can remember a common world vision of how we will all work together to create a new spiritual culture. We know that our challenge is to hold this vision with intention and prayer everyday.

THE ELEVENTH INSIGHT . . . EXTENDING PRAYER FIELDS

The Eleventh Insight is the precise method through which we hold the vision. For centuries, religious scriptures, poems, and philosophies have pointed to a latent power of mind within all of us that mysteriously helps to affect what occurs in the future. It has been called faith power, positive thinking, and the power of prayer. We are now taking this power seriously enough to bring a fuller knowledge of it into public awareness. We are finding that this prayer power is a field of intention, which moves out from us and can be extended and strengthened, especially when we connect with others in a common vision. This is the power through which we hold the vision of a spiritual world and build the energy in ourselves and in others to make this vision a reality.

to be continued…

Dream


“I dreamed. I was walking in twilight, in an English park, with measured and seldom steps , along a lady wearing a long dress from the mid-19th century, with her thin waist, caught in the corset. I stopped abruptly I looked her in the eye and asked her – “Would you let me guess your body?” She smiled and looking straight into my eyes, replied: “You already guessed it.
So starts any good encounter. With a guess, a feeling of the other. ”

Gabriel Liiceanu – Meeting with a stranger