MiVidaEnVuestroMundo - VERSOBLOG

I don't have a watch, but if I did it would always be now. It's my favourite time. "Now" my distinguished adverb. My being, myself, my favourite subject. The present opens the doors to well-being, it's my peculiar addiction, a way of looking at life already. The immediate observation of your thoughts makes you the destroyer of your ego. This ego that only causes pain, anguish and fear in your being, because it only feels comfortable travelling in time. It is only a stepping stone between the past and the future because it cannot survive in the present. It is the cause of mental chaos, it is the executor of panic, it is the sower of doubt, it is the builder of unreality, it is the enemy of your consciousness. But I do not allow myself to be drawn into the noisy commotion caused by this imaginative little voice. I immediately cut off this rascal's scroll, for I limit myself to remaining in the present moment, in a state of no-mind. So I fully enjoy my 'time...

Her canary sings while she writes verses of love. Her heart is full of great dreams that she wants to fulfil, and she is not fooled by other hostile minds that sometimes leave a humiliating mark on her being. She has a wide horizon and has a map of the world with a small heart tattooed on her wrist, so that she is always reminded that love and peace should be number one on the planet and that they don't seem to be just a cliché. She radiates tenderness, has a calm mind and ignores the thieves of peace, aware of their importance, because if she invests in them, no one will ever be able to rule them. As he walked along the streets, he was saddened by so much poverty. He doesn't understand why there are so many unjustified fights. When he turns on the television, he sees news of war and destruction, fires, earthquakes and many other disasters. He does not claim to be the saviour of the world, but at least he aspires to his own conscious essence. He wants experiences in the now, to...