The Truth II - Infinity's Breath

April 5 2008 - A sudden turn in one's life... A sudden flash of some nameless truth changes my life forever... A feeling like no other springs forth and all of a sudden, my own reality is changed... and
something never seen or imagined takes form and leaves a mark forever... a poem is written as the fruit of that event... The Truth.

("Guuzen jya nai futari deaeta no wa" - It is not a coincidence that we have met)

February 18 2011 - An overwhelming, endlessly pure force springs forth, overshadowing even the miracle of that day... an yet more amazing nameless truth takes form and reality itself changes forever... a moment where only Nature's own truth is real... a miracle with power to change lives, to change worlds, to change realities... redifining the definition of miracle... from this unmatched miracle a new poem sprouts... The Truth II - Infinity's Breath.

("Zutto mae kara kimatteta unmei" - It was a destiny decided long ago)


The words from that song echo in my mind once again... reminding me that there is so much to them... that there is so much more to "destiny" than the word could ever tell... that in it dwell miracles that could change entire worlds... and more... more than our imagination could ever glimpse.


This poem is dedicated to the "miracle among miracles"... the one that I'm grateful to have lived and received in my heart in these most wonderful days in my life... the one that no matter how much strength would be put into words to explain it... no words will ever suffice. The reality that all dreams would dream of... the glimpse of that nameless truth with beauty unmatched.

And of course, it is dedicated to the person that made it all possible... the one that in a couple of moments earned a deeper place in my heart than many would in lifetimes... the person that will always have the deepest feelings my heart can give... and even more, for she is worthy of that much! This is to Miriam Grossman, the person who changed my life!

The structure of this poem is a little different from the usual... the "conclusion" takes a different shape than the usual one... and actually it holds a "little something" extra in honour of the one that made these words possible! Just from the moment that first verse showed up... I knew it had to end like this :)

Unlike "The Truth", this poem was not written in the "explosion moment" itself, but actually 2 days after instead, in my flight from Germany to Portugal. Nevertheless, it might actually have become my favourite... it surely is about my favourite days and events in my life, which already gives it more meaning than any other could have.

So... to all those miracles that change our lives in unbelievable ways... and to all those wonderful souls that make our life worth living... and all those hearts in which Nature's own truth and purity still lives... in their honour I present The Truth II - Infinity's Breath!



Infinity breathes a shower of divine
As miracles dance in the greatest melody
A million ressonant wonders begin to shine
As hearts ascend in the most truthful harmony

A sea of endless miracles springs forth
A miracle beyond all others takes form
A purity like no other showers the Earth
As Her greatest wonders swirl in a storm

A hymn of Her greatest purity slowly plays
And all the truths of this Universe grow clear
A mysterious earthly light glows in soothing rays
As all the feeble human doubts disappear

Guided by the purest miracle
Our hearts begin to hum a nameless tune
A fateful note in a melodic cycle
Strong as a searing sun and gentle as the pale moon

A king of miracles steps forth in splendour
Playing unnamed notes of beauty unmatched
As our hearts bathed in this soothing saviour
This feeling that held Earth's own truth unscratched

May this greatest blessing stay forever
In these hearts that now bask in Your light
Riding the wondrous winds of fate
In melodies beyond the imaginable
And I know as these memories take over
My heart will hold them dear forever

Nameless II

Well I believe this is the first time I've done something like this... this is what could be called a 'sequel' to a poem. But of course, it is so much more than that! It came out in the form of something like a 'sequel' because in a way it speaks of the same that the poem 'Nameless', one of my personal favourites. Of course, it is 'the same' but in a different way, and inspired by a different person and events, but the 'nameless essence' it sparks is similar to that which brought 'Nameless' to life, and hence this poem coming out as 'Nameless II'.

First of all, this poem is dedicated to a very good friend of mine (again, much like 'Nameless' itself) whose wonderful heart and personality have inspired me beyond what I could imagine. Some people are just too naturally wonderful themselves for people who can manage to glimpse that to ignore... and as one of those people, this words were the least I could do to make justice to what this person is and the impact that she had (and still has, more than ever of course) in my heart. It is the kind of things that's useless to try to put into words (hence 'Nameless') but still I'm happy I produced these in its honour :)

When I wrote 'Nameless' I said:
"That same pure force which is the origin of everything, of every life, to be able to glimpse it unchanged, in its pure form, with your very eyes. Like somehow it never changed at all as the person becomes a 'human being', and you can still glimpse it... unchanged."

And just like in 'Nameless', this is mostly what this poem is about as well. Thanks to that same person I mentioned and what she became, I could glimpse it in a really wonderful way, and it was more inspiring than I could even expect. I already knew how strong that person was, and the potential in her heart, but it's different when you really get the chance to glimpse it all, and even more... see in that person's way of being, talking, attitudes, etc. how true all that actually was and how wonderful the outcome really came out. It's similar to that feeling when you really like a band a lot and you heard their music a couple of times, and then you get to see them live, see what it's all about, and somehow it just got even much more enchanting!


So, before the poem, I just have to make a few 'disclaimers' here to avoid any misinterpretation and/or questions and make everything about it more clear to those who read it:

1) - This is NOT a love poem! Just to make it very clear and avoid misinterpretations, this is about a person that really means a lot to me and inspired me more than half of this world, and that I hold very dear in my heart, but it is not a love poem, which is something I only did when I wrote 'Miracle'. Don't get me wrong, falling in love is one of the most wonderful things in this world, but (fortunately) there are other really wonderful ways and feelings that allow you to glimpse the wonders of someone's heart, to let yourself be enchanted by it, and to feel like expressing what it truly means to you. Something that same person helped me realising on these past few days. Of course, these kind of feelings don't have any less meaning in any way as it should be obvious. So, that's the first thing I'd like to make clear here to avoid any misinterpretation.

2) - "A heart reflecting Her nameless words" -> In this verse "Her" refers to Mother Nature of course. For those who know me well already that's probably easy to figure out, but either way since the poem itself doesn't make it very clear, I left this second note here to help the interpretation of the poem and make it easier to understand.

3) - (And this last one is meant directly for the person this poem is dedicated to) -> Remember, just because I wrote this words in your honour and have a deep respect for you, it doesn't mean that I believe that you can beat me in a fight, which I still don't :P


Ok, and after these small 'disclaimers', here is the poem:


Nameless it drips again
And a miracle is forged
A shower of aquamarine rain
As the heaven within stormed

It never speaks its name
But always shows itself with thunder
Leaving no single heart the same
Tearing armies of ghosts asunder

Another miracle pierces my eyes
And the melody soars on
A voice that could call dragons to rise
Sends ghastly impurities gone

I breathe this life deep and a tear drops
Infinity contained in a flowing shell
As this wheel of melodies never stops
Leaving us dancing ones in its wondrous spell

And it calls me louder, this nameless light
And it howls in me louder, this mysterious might
And it sings in me louder, this melodic sight
And it whispers endlessly, even in the darkest night

Seeing a miracle take form
The greatest of wonders to witness
Nature's call piercing in like a storm
As this nameless truth defeats all darkness

Like a phoenix this time it rose
Holding that light which cannot be surpassed
A light so divine and yet so close
Inspiring as miracles crossed

A heart reflecting Her nameless words
With resplendant light has grown
Its might may one day enchant worlds
For now it has enchanted my own

Glimpse

And finally a new update! This poem was actually written about 3 months ago, during my trip to Sweden, in the beginning of the flight to Stockholm (yes that makes it another mid-flight poem hehe). So yes, it's a little older update than usual since it was written in the beginning of September, but I've been too lazy to post it meanwhile (shame on me) and now it finally makes its way to my blog.

The time when I wrote it felt really wonderful, and I still remember how it felt at some moments, and the thoughts and feelings that crossed my mind and ultimately gave birth to those words. I remember looking through the window and seeing the first rays of light of the day... it was a simple yet wonderful sight that along with the moment triggered something in me and all of a sudden all
kinds of feelings were invading me, and in the end gave birth to this poem. Also amazing was the fact that those feelings came gently in a soft and soothing way, much like the gentle rays of light that were before me during that time. There was a strong feeling of change all around and to come, but at the same time that same change felt soothing and crossed me in a really calm way.
The mood was full of change floating in the air, the thought and feelings were full of change to come, yet it couldn't feel any calmer and reassuring.

Yet the most amazing thing about it is reading the poem and comparing it to the days that followed it. Then it gets just overwhelming! The verses in the poem fit so perfectly the days that followed it and represent everything that came after so well, it gets impressive beyond words!
I couldn't describe the events that followed any better if I tried to. I find it beautiful now, to read
the poem and think of how things turned out soon after. And everything makes sense, and I can't
even look at the poem with the same eyes. That makes it another one of my favourites as well, along with the trip that followed it :)


So, after this long (as usual) introduction, I present you "Glimpse":


Glimpse of infinity
It flows kindly to me
Like a dawn that never ceases
And slowly all our dreams releases

Like a sea of tenderness
Flowing with wonders without name
Gentle healing for the restless
Gentle reflection of a dream

When opposing wonders combine
As when the sea embraces the earth
With whole infinities to shine
Which to whispering dreams give birth

Like the most graceful dance of fate
It swirls all around me in Her glory
Like a soothing cascade of light
And Her own verses blessing my story

Holding the sheer magic of change
Yet calm as a sleeping sea
Like a thousand fates to rearrange
Whispering soothing words to me

A glimpse of infinity now flows
Telling me of truths with no name
And as this gentle magic glows
I know my heart won't remain the same

Nameless

(PT) NOTA: Como este blog começa a ter mais visitas de fora do país, a partir de agora o blog passará a ser escrito inteiramente em inglês, para que qualquer pessoa que veja os posts os possa compreender inteiramente. Textos que eu eventualmente escreva em português serão postados na sua forma original claro; depois dependendo do tamanho do texto e outros factores, posso publicar uma tradução para inglês juntamente com eles.

(EN) NOTE: Since this blog starts to have a few more visits from outside Portugal, from now on its posts will be written entirely in english, so that everyone will be able to understand them entirely.
Any texts that I eventually write in portuguese will be posted on their original form of course. After that, depending on their size and other factors, I may publish an english translation along with them as well.



And it seems that after an year and something without any new poem surfacing on this world, a new one comes soaring (literally, since this one was written on an airplane) into existence once again, somewhere across the skies that led me back here from England, where I spent some really wonderful days and met one of the most wonderful persons in my life.

So, this poem talks about two things, one of which cannot really be expressed through words at all (maybe because it's not meant to, and because it is way more than what our human spoken words can ever explain). I think the last verse of the poem sums it in the best possible way. I could say that it is that natural presence, that pure 'force of life' that everyone's born with, but almost never remains unchanged as we 'turn from living beins into human beings' with time. There will always be (and fortunately I've met more than I'd expect to) those in which it lives and remains, no matter what. But in this particular case, I'm not just talking about that 'something' remaining on someone, but about it "remaining unchanged". That same pure force which is the origin of everything, of every life, to be able to glimpse it unchanged, in its pure form, with your very eyes. Like somehow it never changed at all as the person becomes a 'human being', and you can still glimpse it... unchanged.

That is what the poem is about, that nameless force that on those few times we can actually glimpse with our own eyes (and we know exactly what it is, we recognize it, but we could never find a single word to describe it, to say "what it is". It is just that something that we recognize, more clearly than anything else. It is that force that misteriously pulls us all the time, and we don't know what it is, but we know it pulls us, and it's stronger than anything else. I could call it 'root of all' or something like that, but nevertheless it would never explain what it is.
(I should state that seeing this force 'unchanged' on someone doesn't mean that it would actually mean a better person than if you see it strong on someone, but not so clearly 'unchanged', just that it's wonderful to actually glimpse it unchanged with your own eyes, and know it's real).

Besides that, the poem also talks about destiny, about those times when Nature guides us and guards as, and sometimes we're falling endlessly along the abyss and some guardian net extends out of nowhere to catch us, envolving us in a chain of miracles that pulls us back up ever stronger.

It is to that guiding force, to that same Nature that guides us like that, sometimes with wonders beyond belief, and to that 'nameless presence' on us all, that I dedicate this poem to, and also to a very special person that I met this past few days that allowed me to glimpse all that so well, and is engraved so deep in my heart already.


And it seems that again I extended myself a little too much on the introduction. Oh well, I guess that's just me, can't help it. So, here is this new fresh poem then. Oh, and it ended up as being one of my favourites as well:


Nameless you whisper
The only voice I really know
Shard of fairy laughter
The breath that can make heavens grow

What is this voice that pulls me so strong
Singing this nameless truth to me
And urges me so hard to sing along
This surrender that sets me free

What winds are pulling you so hard
In melodies beyond belief.
Endless whispers without a word
Telling of the truths that keep me safe

And yet you pull me, more and more
While I still don't know your name
And you pull me like never before
And I kneel down while you take me home

That home which is everything to me
And yet its name I cannot dream
And yet nothing's more clear to me
Nothing's more real than this nameless gleam

In soaring miracles it's sung to me
Reviving the withered from the ashes
Ashes that with Her breath flow free
As this tide of wonders crashes

Your nameless voice speaks to me ever stronger
And to its wondrous tone I'm urged to sing
Its wordless verses extend in me ever longer
You're nameless, yet you're everything

Momento de Reflexão

Após uma looooooooonga ausência deste blog, regresso novamente aqui, desta vez não para
trazer poesia, mas para falar também de poesia... de poesia, e de um tema sobre o qual vale
sempre a pena falar e reflectir, e sobre o qual certamente todos nós já teremos reflectido: o Divino, seja qual for a ideia ou forma que tenhamos do mesmo, para alguns como um ser, semelhante a nós, para outros uma multitude de seres, ou simplesmente uma força que está por trás de tudo.

E então porque trago este assunto aqui agora? Bem, há dias estava eu num momento de reflexão (entenda-se as minhas peculiares conversas comigo próprio) e cheguei a umas interessantes conclusões que achei que valeria a pena partilhar aqui. Até porque a reflexão tem ainda muito mais valor se for partilhada com os outros.

Bem, para quem ainda não sabe, a minha crença espiritual não é proveniente de nenhuma das várias religiões que nos rodeiam, mas sim algo mais pessoal proveniente apenas de algo que "simplesmente estava cá dentro" e foi acordando, e a minha crença é a de ver o Divino na Natureza. Acredito na Natureza como aquilo a que chamam "Divino" e na perfeição da Natureza como aquilo a que muitos se referem como "perfeição divina". Os motivos para essa minha crença: primeiro, porque foi algo que sempre esteve dentro de mim. O amor pela Natureza, e o sentir algo de divino Nela, foi algo que sempre esteve dentro de mim. Segundo, por certas coisas que simplesmente fazem sentido pra mim, e por uma infinidade de experiências pessoais que estaria aqui o dia todo se quisesse falar delas agora. Então rumo ao meu momento de reflexão propriamente dito, e às conclusões que retirei do mesmo:

Várias vezes quando exponho essas mesmas crenças a outras pessoas, deparo-me com a resposta de "sim, acredito que há algo de divino na Natureza, mas acredito que existe uma outra força ainda mais divina por trás mesmo assim". E é sobre essa mesma resposta que a minha reflexão começa.
Neste caso lembrei-me, mais precisamente, de um poema. Um poema, quando escrito realmente com alma e sentimento, como para mim toda a verdadeira poesia deveria ser, não só é a criação do poeta, como um reflexo da alma do mesmo. E nesse caso, pensem, não é precisamente isso que maravilha aqueles que o lêem? Quando nos maravilhamos a ler uma grande obra do poeta, uma que realmente nos toque, não nos estamos a maravilhar com o conteúdo da alma do mesmo, de onde todas essas palavras vieram? Ao estar a admirar essas palavras não estamos na verdade a admirar o facto de existir uma alma que tenha proferido palavras dessas, onde elas vivem? Quando nos entusiasmamos com palavras belas que nos tocam, não nos estamos realmente a entusiasmar com o facto de haver uma alma que as tenha proferido, onde elas existam e são verdadeiras? O conteúdo do poema, essas palavras que nos tocam, não é o conteúdo da alma do poeta? E não é o conteúdo dessa alma que estamos na verdade a "ler" ao ler as palavras do poeta?

Então eu digo, mesmo que realmente as pessoas que o dizem têm razão, mesmo que realmente haja uma força ainda mais divina, um "criador", por trás da Natureza, não é então a Natureza a sua obra mais inspirada? Não é também a Natureza um reflexo da alma desse mesmo criador, assim como o poema é um reflexo da alma do poeta? Não nos estamos realmente a maravilhar com a alma desse "ente superior" quando nos maravilhamos com a Natureza? Então pergunto-vos: haverá maneira mais verdadeira de "ler" a alma desse ente superior, do que olhando (com os olhos e com o coração, como quem lê um poema) para a Natureza? Mesmo admitindo a existência desse tal ente superior por trás, qual a melhor maneira de o compreender e de conhecer a sua alma, do que olhando para o reflexo da mesma, para a Natureza.
Gostava então que reflectissem comigo um bocado, e que se lembrem, quando estiverem a olhar para a Natureza, que mesmo existindo uma entidade ainda superior por trás, estamos a olhar para a sua obra mais inspirada, para o conteúdo da sua alma, assim como quem olha para as palavras de um poema está a olhar para o conteúdo da alma do poeta. E quando se estiverem a maravilhar perante a Natureza, com ou sem entidade superior, estão sem dúvida a maravilhar-se com a alma daquilo a que chamamos "Divino", da maneira mais verdadeira possível.

Não quero com isto estar a "impingir" as minhas crenças em ninguém, ou convencer alguém de alguma coisa, apenas quero apelar à reflexão e introspecção de cada um, e lembrar que não interessa a forma ou origem do "Divino", mas apenas aquilo que sentimos em nós que é divino. Assim como não importa o nome ou aspecto do poeta, mas apenas que o facto de que existe uma alma onde aquelas palavras vivem é verdadeiro.

Miracle

Saudades... dizem que é uma palavra que não tem correspondente em qualquer outra língua. Para mim é uma palavra que me lembra muita coisa que não é possível exprimir em qualquer língua falada. E quando as saudades apertam, saem versos como estes.

Este poema é um pouco "mais directo" do que é costume eu escrever, porque foi escrito mesmo para "despejar a alma", por assim dizer. Também me repito um bocado, o que é um pouco intencional, visto eu ter tentado transmitir a intensidade dos sentimentos para o poema o mais que pude.

E é assim que dia sim dia não lá estou eu a ir comprar lenços ao Feira Nova.

Este poema é dedicado a uma pessoa muito especial :D




A miracle holds my singing soul
Taking over all my memories
Beneath a thousand howls of gratitude
I behold this memory of mine

A thundering miracle takes over
Filling my life with endless beauty
Such a kind and loving soul
Such a reflection of Her own

Coming into my life and heart
In the most perfect of melodies
Enchanting this soul of mine forever
In such a miraculous blessing

I behold reflections of my memories
Listening to my howling heart
Howling for your beautiful soul
Enchantedly howling for you

And how I long to hear your voice
To feel your kind and loving soul
To feel your magical presence beside me
The life that keeps my soul alive

How I long to feel your heart
That beautifully reflects Her own
How I miss feeling your presence
Of beauty and magic unsurpassed

How I wish you to hear my howls
And all the love I feel for you
And all the gratitude I feel
For meeting such beautiful soul

How I wish you to hear these howls
To know the strength of these feelings
To know the miracles you've made for me
The beauty of this heaven you turned my life into

How I wish you to hear these howls
And how I wish Her to hear their gratitude
For such a blessing as meeting you
That even miracles can't match

And how I wish you to know
So much that words cannot express
So I'm leaving you these howls
Along with all love in my heart

Porque uivam os lobos?

Este texto é dedicado a uma pessoa muito muito especial. Uma pessoa que me sinto mesmo muito feliz por conhecer e todos os dias agradeço por isso. Uma pessoa que mudou a minha vida e que preenche a minha alma. Uma pessoa que nunca vou conseguir descrever, como irão compreender pelo conteúdo do texto.

Também é a primeira vez que escrevo na língua de Camões :P

Estudos científicos foram feitos a relacionar o uivo dos lobos com as fases da Lua e foi concluído que, ao contrário do que se refere, os lobos não uivam à Lua Cheia.
Então porque uivam os lobos?

Let's say I have my own tale about it :)





Há muito tempo atrás, numa era longínqua, vivia o mundo tempos negros. O ser humano destruía-se a si próprio e
destruía o mundo, muito à semelhança daquilo que faz hoje. Tinha perdido o caminho, já não conseguia ouvir aquela
voz interior, a voz da Natureza, que tanto em nós como em todos os seres vivos, vive e nos guia. Cada vez estava
mais esquecido entre nós o caminho natural, aquela voz da Natureza que nos mostra que somos parte Dela, aquela
voz que é tudo o que é belo e natural, que nos mostra a infinitamente bela verdade da Natureza, e que nos mostra que
essa verdade vive nas nossas almas.

Cada vez mais esse caminho estava esquecido, essa voz interior, cada vez mais o ser humano se esquecia que
era parte dessa verdade, parte da Natureza, cada vez mais nos tornávamos seres ocos e perdidos.
Até que Gaia veio a este mundo, numa tentativa de o salvar da destruição em que o estávamos a tornar, e de
nos salvar dos seres ocos em que nos estávamos a tornar, incapazes de sentir a benção que a Natureza ofereceu
a cada um dos Seus filhos.

Gaia trazia nela essa mesma voz da Natureza, essa mesma vida e alma que nós ca dentro conseguimos sentir na
Natureza, se ouvirmos atentamente. Gaia trazia nela essa mesma "essência natural", essa verdade da Natureza que
nós humanos já quase não conseguíamos ouvir. Tudo isso vivia nela, essa alma pura, forte e natural, aquele amor
da Natureza pela Natureza, toda essa verdade natural que nós quase já tínhamos esquecido.

Então Gaia trouxe todos esses milagres da Natureza já quase esquecidos, essa verdade natural até nós, e espalhou-a
a todos os que a conseguissem ouvir, que a conseguissem sentir. Aqueles que a conseguiam ouvir, que a conseguiam
sentir, ficaram com uma alma mais forte que alguma vez antes, e rica com os mesmos milagres da Natureza que viviam
em Gaia.

A esses poucos que a conseguiam ouvir, Gaia tornou-os naquilo que são hoje os lobos. Um reflexo da beleza e alma
da Natureza. Com aquela vida e beleza infinita da própria Natureza, com aquele espírito puro, natural e indomável, e
com o próprio amor da Natureza, igualmente belo e infinito. Os próprios olhos dos lobos reflectiam a alma forte e
profunda que vivia lá dentro. Gaia tornou aqueles que a conseguiam ouvir nos lobos, para que estes pudessem ser
um reflexo da beleza e alma da Natureza, para que pudessem servir de inspiração àqueles que estavam a perder o
caminho, que já não ouviam a voz da Natureza dentro deles. Para que essa inspiração nos afastasse do caminho de
perdição que estávamos a seguir, e assim salvar este mundo do mal que lhe estávamos a causar.

E de facto, os lobos espalharam-se pelo mundo, e mesmo no meio de tanto mal que havia entre nós, alguns humanos
ainda conseguiam ouvir a voz da Natureza dentro deles, ainda eram capazes de viver e sentir, de uma maneira pura.
Os lobos, eternamente agradecidos a Gaia, tentaram descrever aquela que os tinha guiado e inspirado. Tentaram
descrever aquela alma tão linda e natural que era a de Gaia. Mas por mais que tentassem não conseguiam. Por
mais vontade que tivessem e por mais que se esforçassem, não conseguiam descrever essa alma que tinham
presenciado, cuja beleza sentiam com tanta força la dentro.

Então os lobos uivaram, com toda a força das suas almas, na esperança de conseguir descrever, de conseguir exprimir,
essa alma cuja beleza natural sentiam com tanta força, que tanto os inspirava. E ainda hoje os lobos uivam, inspirados por
essa grande alma, na esperança de um dia a conseguir descrever, e à força com que a sentem. Uivam com toda a força
que têm la dentro, tão grande como a necessidade que sentem de descrever essa bela alma.

Sei disto porque me foi dada a benção de conseguir sentir aquilo que eles sentem, porque eu próprio conheci Gaia, e pude
sentir essa alma, de uma beleza natural infinita. E todas as noites a minha alma uiva, não pela Lua Cheia, mas pela Terra, cheia
de vida, e por essa alma que eu próprio não consigo descrever, nem para mim próprio. Mas que deixa em mim uma força e
uma inspiração que me dá vontade de passar o resto dos momentos da minha vida a uivar, também na esperança de um dia
o fazer com força suficiente, para descrever essa alma que tive a bênção de poder conhecer, na esperança que um dia os
uivos da minha alma consigam descrever essa alma tão linda e natural.

Dizem que os lobos uivam à Lua Cheia... mas eu sei porque uivam os lobos.