A spark of G-d slumbers within us, as a flame slumbers in the embers of coals.
Will she awaken from ideas? They are only more dreams to sleep by.
Will she awaken from deep thoughts? Their depth will not reach her.
She will awaken when she sees her Beloved, the Essence of All Things with which she is one.
And where will she see Him? Not in ideas, not in deep thoughts, but in a G-dly deed that she will do, in an act of infinite beauty. Then her flame will burn bright.
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The Beloved is all, the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living, the lover a dead thing.
If Love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills this Word be brought forth.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull,
the rust has not been cleared from its face.
A song of Ascents. I lift my eyes to the mountains - from where will my help come? My help will come from the L-rd, maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot falter; your guardian does not slumber. Indeed, the Guardian of Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps. The L-rd is your guardian; the L-rd is your protective shade at your right hand. The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The L-rd will guard you from all evil; He will guard your soul. The L-rd will guard your going and your coming from now and for all time.
Source: Ibid. 121 (Tehillat HaShem with English Translation, 1992, p122) (New version here)
Carlos Varela - Una Palabra (Man On Fire Soundtrack)
Una palabra no dice nada
y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo
igual que el viento que esconde el agua
como las flores que esconde el lodo.
Una mirada no dice nada
y al mismo tiempo lo dice todo
como la lluvia sobre tu cara
o el viejo mapa de algun tesoro.
Una verdad no dice nada
y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo
como una hoguera que no se apaga
como una piedra que nace polvo.
Si un dia me faltas no sere nada
y al mismo tiempo lo sere todo
porque en tus ojos estan mis alas
y esta la orilla donde me ahogo,
porque en tus ojos estan mis alas
y esta la orilla donde me ahogo.
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You love me especially different every time
You keep me on my feet happily excited
By your cologne, your hands, your smile, your intelligence
You woo me, you court me, you tease me, you please me
You school me, give me some things to think about
Ignite me, you invite me, you co-write me, you love me, you like me
You incite me to chorus, ooh
Ooh…
You love me especially different every time
You keep me on my feet happily excited
By your cologne, your hands, your smile, your intelligence
You woo me, you court me, you tease me, you please me
You school me, give me things to think about
Invite me, you ignite me, co-write me, you love me, you like me
Incite me to chorus
La, la, la…
Da, da, da…
Do, do, do…
You’re different and special
You’re different and special in every way imaginable
You love me from my hair follicles to my toenails
You got me feeling like the breeze, easy and free and lovely and new
Oh when you touch me I just can’t control it
When you touch me, I just can’t hold it
The emotion inside of me, I can feel it
I’m an addiction counselor, and I realized, I became addicted to stress.
You know some places, they’re happy with a f*ing chicken, but back there, you compete on cars and salary. You need this and that and all these papers. You earn a lot, but you spend it all too. You have to compete on status, what you make and what you have. Your salary makes you. You move two hundred miles an hour and become addicted to stress.. It’s a cycle, it’s the same thing as the people I was treating. You know what I’m talking about?
There is a saying, “Don’t travel so fast that your soul can’t catch up.” I finished ten minutes ago, but I sit here, digest, watch the people, smile, and let my soul catch up. Let me tell you a story. Not about me, a story.
This flight arrives at the airport and everyone rushes toward the transfer plane. But when they count the people, one person is missing. They have no idea where he is.
Finally someone spots him on the runway. Sitting next to the airplane is a monk. Just sitting there. Smiling.
“What are you doing? We should get moving.”
“I’m waiting for my soul.”
I tell you, I look at the last ten years, and they went just like that. I was going so fast. two hundred miles an hour. I was in a nice Mercedes but I still went too fast. I would much rather be on a bicycle. Then I can see the scenery.
There’s a clock in all of us and one day it stops. I tell you, I don’t want my time going so fast like it did. I’ll take it slow and travel with my soul. Go with my soul. So now I sit here and let my soul catch up.
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