A Poem For Today - It’s That Way - "Es para alla"

[KEN DICKINSON]





"It's that way"

We follow our instincts... 

That which calls to us, without explanation, reason, justification, speculation, or gain.

"It's that way," a voice echoes within us.

And we cannot ignore it, silence it, belittle it, or turn a deaf ear.

"It's that way," it resonates in our hearts; we know it's that way.

And there is no encyclopedic fact to substantiate that.

"It's not that way, it's this way,"

the wind tells us as it blows across our faces.

Fleeting aromas remind us.

Sounds perceived from behind the noise remind us.

...and where does that memory come from, if I didn't have it before?

...and when I don't listen to it (myself), I get lost.

I chase after things, people,

possessions, what is established in the moment.

I chase after interests,

what directly benefits me,

what gives me "security."

But when I listen to myself,

and I'm true to that,

I begin to align my life in that direction.

And the "external" world begins to fall into place.

And new signs begin to appear.

Fernando Contreras

"Es para alla"

Nosotros seguimos nuestros significados..

Aquello que nos llama, sin explicación, razón,

justificación, especulación ni ganancia.

"Es para allá" resuena una voz en nuestro interior.

Y no podemos ignorarla, callarla, ningunearla, ni hacernos los sordos.

"Es para alla" resuena en nuestro corazón, sabemos que es para allá.

Y no hay dato enciclopédico que le dé fundamento a eso.

"No es para ese lado, es para este otro"

nos dice el viento al soplar sobre nuestro rostro.

Aromas fugaces nos lo recuerdan

QSonidos percibidos por detrás del ruido nos lo recuerdan

... y de dónde viene ese recuerdo, si no lo tuve antes?

... y cuando no lo (me) escucho, me pierdo.

Voy detrás de las cosas, de la gente, de las

posesiones, de lo establecido en el momento.

Voy detrás de los intereses,

de lo que me beneficia directamente,

de lo que me da "seguridad"

En cambio cuando me escucho,

y soy fiel a eso,

comienzo a acomodar mi vida en esa dirección.

Y lo "externo" comienza a acomodarse.

Y nuevas señales comienzan a aparecer.

Fernando Contreras

Sent from my iPhone

[Trudi Richards]

Dear Ken - 

Thank you again for this daily gift of inspiration! 

a warm hug

trudi

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Do not imagine that you are enchained to this time and this space.

Do not imagine that upon your death, loneliness will become eternal.

- Silo's Message