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PALAVRAS SOPRADAS
Cristine Takuá

13 de junho de 2024

 

Art by Juliana Russo

Good and beautiful words 

Massage the attentive soul.

Thoughts invade my being with magic

In search of understanding

The mysteries of the forest sciences.

Words, like a breath,

Echo our thoughts

They fly and dance in the air

In search of knowledge, 

But they are not always 

Clear and understandable 

To the beings who receive them,

They may cause chills or 

Profound emotion.

How difficult smooth communication is

In a world soaked in information!

Words heal,

Rejoice 

And they also hurt

If misplaced!

We need to take care of our words 

So that feelings 

Don't disturb our dreams

And our walk.

I carry on with my research 

Sometimes dreaming 

Sometimes awake

Gazing at sacred beings

And seeking wisdom and tranquillity

To continue poeticising

My multiple and profuse silence

The certainty of every new dawn 

Of more harmony 

Of more joy 

Among all beings 

Between the visible and the invisible

Between the indivisible that dwells 

On land and sea. 

We must be silent, 

We must love,

We must feel more,

We must be ourselves

At every moment, 

At every breath of our lives.

Go, walker, before the day dawns

Go, walker, and weave the night 

A noite tecer…

 

Art de Fabiano Kuaray

 

For humans, the word – this ancient code – communicates thoughts and builds bridges between worlds. For many, many centuries, we have sung, prayed, spoken and blown messages of transformation.

Knowing how to place yourself, entering and leaving everywhere is an ethic for being willing to live with the diversity of beings who think and long to achieve the sensitive wisdom of feeling their own shadow.

Ideological disputes often cause friction and can push away the energy that we build and name as friendship, respect and exchange of knowledge.

Remaking or reweaving the web of relationships requires an ability to understand the imperfection that dwells in our humanity, so bruised by the contradictions of everyday life.

When we realise that love is an invisible particle that unites us and makes us see ourselves, we will understand that nothing, no one and no poorly blown word can put an end to a true friendship.