If on your journey at any time you feel lost, follow the Moon...
Thoughts
Collective Path
We are travellers
There will have been ten thousand ways to name the Sun since the first light. We will have heard ten thousand stories to portray the Moon since the first night. Nonetheless, there will never be a story or name that warms like the rays of the Sun or that inspires like the silhouette of the Moon.
There always comes a moment on the path when you shall understand that it is necessary to stop listening, to start living.
I looked up at the Cosmos and let go my pretension of knowing; I let go, and only then; I could see clearly my horizon during a night dressed as day.
I looked up at the Cosmos and let go my pretension of knowing; I let go, and only then; I could see clearly my horizon during a night dressed as day.
A few suns ago, during a frigid night in the middle of the mountains, I heard the whisper of the wind blowing straight ahead; in it, a message warned: the path is collective, if you continue this way, no one will ever remember that you left and your journey will have been in vain.
The world comes to life only by sharing it.
Life breathes transcendence.
There, where death dwells, work the land;
the seeds that germinate from your silence
will mark the path for those who journey.
Only then you shall leave without fear of being forgotten.
Life breathes transcendence.
There, where death dwells, work the land;
the seeds that germinate from your silence
will mark the path for those who journey.
Only then you shall leave without fear of being forgotten.
The world comes to life only by sharing it.
Life breathes transcendence.
There, where death dwells,
work the land;
the seeds that germinate from your silence
will mark the path for those who journey.
Only then you shall leave
without fear of being forgotten.
Life breathes transcendence.
There, where death dwells,
work the land;
the seeds that germinate from your silence
will mark the path for those who journey.
Only then you shall leave
without fear of being forgotten.
To return is to accept the end. It is to live the death, being aware that it is possible to sow life, which will no longer be ours. In those last steps, we will finally understand that it never was; therein lies transcendence.
The light lives up the path of my restless feet and illuminates the rosy look of my eyes when they point to the horizon; however, it has been the shadows that gracefully draw and shape my path.
The light lives up the path of my restless feet and illuminates the rosy look of my eyes when they point to the horizon; however, it has been the shadows that gracefully draw and shape my path.
There always comes a moment on the path when you shall understand that it is necessary to stop listening to start living.
For me, life is a journey, and the world is made up of stories. Writing your own is an act of freedom and emancipation. Nevertheless, living it has become a genuine act of rebellion.
We all follow and lead at some point along our path. As travelers, we share the steps through our journeys, but each of us has our own destiny.
If on your journey at any time you feel lost, follow the Moon and the light glowing on the horizon. Feel the Earth and listen to the seeds that have germinated as the voice of those who have become a path.
Walking together,
Tierra del Sur
We all follow and lead at some point along our path. As travelers, we share the steps through our journeys, but each of us has our own destiny.
If on your journey at any time you feel lost, follow the Moon and the light glowing on the horizon. Feel the Earth and listen to the seeds that have germinated as the voice of those who have become a path.
Walking together,
Tierra del Sur