17 july,2015. back home In the north,

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

A.A. MILNE

7 July 2015, El Bolson,Patagonia ,Argentina

The whole of my life
is summed up in these three phrases:
I used to be raw
Then I was cooked
Now,
I am on fire.

Rumi

Don’t leave me raw.

July first,Buenos Aires,Argentina

When one is able to overcome the romantic and emotional attitude, one discovers truth even in the kitchen sink.

CHÖGYAM TRUNGPA

24 June 2015 ,Buenos Aires,Argentina

End of the first workshop,had a wonderful time,thanks to all......

Feeł so grateful to be here

And The day came,when the risk to remain tight in a bud was greater than the risk it took to blossom

Anais Nin

Sun,13 June 2015

Rumi

Don’t claim in spring on stone some verdure grows
Be soft like soil to raise a lovely rose—
For years you’ve been a stony-hearted man
Try being like the soil now if you can!

Water,9 June

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.

Dakota proverb

THE JOURNEY

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

David Whyte

Windy afternoon,27 Mai 2015

From Mark Nepo:

RELIC FROM THE FUTURE 

Questions found on an antique cell phone 
discovered in 2086 in the ruins of an airport 
when people traveled by plane: What if I let 
love in all the way? Why am I always leaving? 
What is it that stirs me about being caught? 
Though I never wanted safe, why have I settled 
for safe? Why do I keep running, when I have 
no interest in moving? How do I say yes more 
often? How do I stop reliving the past? How can 
I learn to use my freedom? Having lived most of 
my life in fear of what’s coming, how can I find 
meaning where I am? How can I stop playing 
small? How can I put down the upset of not 
getting what I want? How can I better see the 
unseen? How can I die to old ways of being? 
How can I let what wants to be born in me 
have its way? Now that I’ve been helped, 
how can I find the strength to help others? 
Just what is my work? And what will it 
take to taste the honey?