Mindfulness...: What if?

What if ?

Influenciar uma pessoa é dar-lhe a nossa própria alma. O indivíduo deixa de pensar com os seus próprios pensamentos ou de arder com as suas próprias paixões.

As suas virtudes não lhe são naturais. Os seus pecados, se é que existe tal coisa, são tomados de empréstimo.

Torna-se o eco de uma música alheia, o actor de um papel que não foi escrito para ele.

O objectivo da vida é o desenvolvimento próprio, a total percepção da própria natureza, é para isso que cada um de nós vem ao mundo.

Hoje em dia as pessoas têm medo de si próprias.

Esqueceram o maior de todos os deveres, o dever para consigo mesmos.

É verdade que são caridosas. Alimentam os esfomeados e vestem os pobres. Mas as suas próprias almas morrem de fome e estão nuas.

A coragem desapareceu da nossa raça e se calhar nunca a tivemos realmente.

O temor à sociedade, que é a base da moral, e o temor a Deus, que é o segredo da religião, são as duas coisas que nos governam.

(...)

As pessoas cujo desejo é unicamente a auto-realização, nunca sabem para onde se dirigem. Não podem saber.

Numa das acepções da palavra, é obviamente necessário, como o oráculo grego afirmava, conhecermo-nos a nós próprios.

É a primeira realização do conhecimento.

Mas reconhecer que a alma de um homem é incognoscível é a maior proeza da sabedoria.

O derradeiro mistério somos nós próprios.

Depois de termos pesado o Sol e medido os passos da Lua e delineado minuciosamente os sete céus, estrela a estrela, restamos ainda nós próprios. Quem poderá calcular a órbita da sua própria alma?

Oscar Wilde

1^st "O Retrato de Dorian Gray"

2^nd “De Profundis”

Always nice and shiny
Always fit for fight
Never show no weakness, always strive to look alright
Always keep my head high
No matter what's within
Never need nobody, never let nobody in
Try my best to adapt
I try to stand in line
Living up to what's expected
If I'm choosing "your" path
Will I do just fine?
Will I be someone respected?
Got a descent job
Got a shiny car
Living by the rule: possessions define who we are
Got a nice position
In my community
Still these thoughts of endless treadmills never leaves me be
Try my best to fit in
I try to stand in line
Living up to what's expected
If I'm choosing "your" path
Will I do just fine?
Will I be someone respected?
What if?
We're wasting what's important
Push aside the fact its more than meets the eye
What if?
Our actions are building bridges to the other side
A divine path
Try so hard to become
What you want me to be
I work so hard for all of you, for you to embrace me
Can I rule my future?
Or is it all destiny?
Am I a prisoner of expectations, am I free?
In a world of facades
And minds as hard as steel
Who can know whose false, and what's real?
Sometimes I'm dreaming
A dream where we all can be
Just what we feel like
Come walk, walk with me

Harmony

“What if”

My dreams were of many kinds but they were all manifestations of one state of mind.

I now dreamt of myself a Christ, making a sacrifice of myself, redeeming mankind, now a Luther breaking with old conventions, now a Nero steeped in the lust of flesh and of blood.

Now I saw myself in an inner hallucination the darling of crowds, applauded, parading through the (...), now the darling of women, tearing them from their homes, from their old homes, now the hatred of all but the darling of good, sacrificing myself for all.

Every thing read, everything heard, all seen - each idea from the outside, each (...), each event was the point of departure of a dream.

I carne from a circus and I laid at home daring to imagine myself a clown, with lights around me like an arc.

I saw soldiers pass in my mental eye and talk with a vision of myself as captain, leading, ordering, victorious.

I read of adventurers and from that moment fully became them.

I read of criminals and died of committing crimes till I grew frightened at my brain disorder.

According to what I saw to what I heard, to what I read, I lived in all classes, in all ages, in all times, passed through all times, tamed all difficulties, was martyr, victorious in more than a million ways.

But erotic, mystic, (...) - all these dreams were rivers tributary to a large me - nay rather they all were portions of a large me: the central point of all these dreams was the exaltation of personality.

Fernando Pessoa

“Pessoa por Conhecer - Textos para um Novo Mapa”

Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing.

Its careful touch, deciphering forms from shapes,

Still suggests form as aught whose proper being

Mere finding touch with erring darkness drapes.

Yet whence, except from guessed sight, does touch teach

That touch is but a close and empty sense?

How does more touch, self-uncontented, reach

For some truer sense's whole intelligence?

The thing once touched, if touch be now omitted,

Stands yet in memory real and outward known,

So the untouching memory of touch is fitted

With sense of a sense whereby far things are shown

So, by touch of untouching, wrongly aright,

Touch' thought of seeing sees not things but Sight.

Fernando Pessoa

Sonnet XXI

“35 Sonnets” In Poemas Ingleses

Sometimes a life can feel like a living hell
A fight where you can't be
Saved by the bell
I had nothing left to give
I struggled until I lost my will to live
Though I knew, still
You were always there
In my search of solid ground
You will always care
This is what I found
Harmony I finally found my peace
And now I'm free
In someone who will be
There for me
Always and forever there for me
I found my harmony
In times of ignorance
In times of hate
You bring deliverance
Restoring my faith
When darkness comes over me
And blinds my eye
Your presence makes me see
You hold my head up high
You are always there
In our search of solid ground
You will always care
This is what I found
Harmony I finally found my peace
And now I'm free
In someone who will be
There for me
Always and forever there for me
I found my harmony