""He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder." (M.C. Escher) "Scientia sine arte nihil est; ars sine scientia nihil est." (Jean Vignot)"

Oeiras - Lisbon, AA, Portugal
male
married
Speaks: portuguese, spanish, french, English as a 2nd Language
Joined Oct 28, 2006

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MY FINGERPRINTS

:What I am:

As a pilgrim of me in others, I search for growing, in an everlasting rebirth from the ashes, in the always surprising and challenging renewal of each day.

I therefore search for putting in common, for sharing, the highest and the deepest of me, as an act of being and as a potencial for it, of what I am and want to be, so to find myself (with others) in the sprouting common places to always expand and transcend the limits of all and everything.

I am a human being in a permanent modelling process, a mutant of body|soul|spirit in the creative intersection of mind & heart.

I'm many things and no thing, as being a flow in the unsituated Now level of the vibrating consciousness diapason pattern.


:What I have as a goal in life:

I have, as my goal in life, to link every thing with everything in me, so to share every thing with everyone: to cross all levels with all camps as a waving pattern, as a conscious corpuscle in the complex|simplex system of being ex-istent for eternal in-stasy.

It is a much more fruitful view to see us as a potential "presequence" of the future than as a "product" of the past. This is the model and the nodel of my way in the present Now.


:Tools and resources:

To live, to love, to lighten.
To be, to begin,to become.
To belove, to belong, to beget.
Before, beside, beyond.
To everlast, everytime, evermore.
To silent, to speak, to converse.
To search, to share, to serve.
In Him,to you,for all.


:What I appear to be:

My work in progress is my own project with a vision for creative interlinking of a systemic, holistic and chaordic view of things, collective wisdom and complex adaptive system intelligence processes in human thinking, working and acting processes. I am constantly searching for co-runners in such a path.

I'm a poet, someone who does change reality by words: said, whispered, written or silented - all expressions of the very same Origin, by the One Source, come to us by multiple fountains.

Having prayer, wisdom, poetry, music and art as my essential aliments, I see the act of eating as a reverent service towards the body.

I'm a thinker: I have thinking ability as the one human power that enables us to search, to found, to read and mutate reality.

In spite of my eternal soul and spirit, I'm just a man, a nana-creature in the cosmos and beyond. But the ultimate reality of Him is far beyond all that... and nevertheless every thing in cosmos by its existence glorifies His Name.

I'm serious about everything, like a child is, that is to say: like a young elder, always doing the first steps in the new, everlastingly: like a cosmic pilgrim, a endless and tireless voyager of the beautiful equation of live.






When I feel a need, ...

                                      To Denise, with the soul in her eyes


When I feel a need for being loved,
just before I get inside of me
to search for God in my heart,
I come here, to your home,
and look at your peaceful eyes,
asking for sharing your strenght with me.

As a fertile soul of beauty, Denise
you always give me a little more than your richness,
and so I never come back home with empty hands:
instead I come with a heart full of His love,
with a soul full of your gifts,
with a heart full of your soul.

Lapdrey






"As the pegasus of you..."
               
                                 To Whisperette

I see you always coming,
equestrian as a brave heart
in the noble trot of your soul:
only a horsemate like you
can fly that way unique,
as the pegasus of you.

Only you, Whisperette,
as a soul rare of exquisite beauty
whispering from the deep, from the depths
of things you love and lovely serve,
from the very inner being in every creature’s soul,
only you can walk in such a way,
like the high spirit of a horse
in the Amazon body of a lady
proud of being in your friend's heart,
like in the vastness of an endless prairie,
for leaving, as you mildly do, the hoof marks
of your passing through, as a fertile seed for all,
the everlasting soul's cavalcades
of the wild spirits - alike to yours –
you cross with when against the wise wind you go.

Lapdrey

A plant as a friend

To Majaa

As a tree-soul, a plant spirit, a flower-body,
you have roots both on earth and in heaven.

Your light-fruits shine upon those who meet you -
they all receive the most precious thing in life:
the priceless brotherly love for all creatures.

Even if you don’t or if you won't believe in God,
even so He would be compelled to believe in you:

For you give rise to so much powerful,
so much deep feelings in others
about the greatest things of being alive,

that even what you may not believe in,
being true as a good seed of humanity
and having the divine beauties of heaven –

even so, the truth and the beauty would be
upon your eyes, as upon your souls’ eyes.

To be your friend then, and have you as a friend,
it’s like being a friend of a closest friend of life
in its splendor extreme, its major beauty, its greatest glory.

Lapdrey

May be some day I will be as Mayke
(To a friendsoul, a twinheart of mine)

I hope, sweet friend, that at the very end
of your so blessed and flourished life path,
you'll wait for me, your little brother of weakness.
For sure you'll reach the gardens of delight
before me, and also the prairies of beauty.
I'll be wandering after the "big" things;
you, you'll just do, peacefully, your way to the end:
loving the little ones and serving them.

Then, we’ll see your soul divine
full of light around the vestments
of all your so hard labors -
you'll be there, yes, you will,
much more early then myself.
But, even if I'll not get there,
please keep, my friend,
waiting all the same, for me.

I'll see you from the distance.
Just for that, my heart will be happy
as if I would be there,
side by side with your bliss,
peace of your being blessed,
close to the closest omnipresent
Light of Love divine.

Then, we'll know and see from within
not just what a friend is,
but how preciously needed
a friend here on earth may be.

And her name, listen to me, her name
will not be just this or that,
even wonderful like Mayke is:
her name will be as big, as deep,
as our gratitude and love may be.

Lapdrey

* A TRIBUTE TO MY FRIENDS *

To my dearest friends: for their flowers in me

 

There are souls, rare and quite exceptional,
which by their feelings,
by their thoughts and deeds,
are like gracious sharefields of their own richness
in an entire gift of what they are.

This is their second,
better, this is their first nature:
for the way they are
is the way they live,
and the way they live
is the way they love.

In them,
the seed and the flower
aren't in a sequence,
they are simultaneous
in their sprouting:
they are the fruit by the very flower
in the seed they seed
in what they are.

Always seeding themselves,
they make others sprout
in what they really are.

What then are they?
Are they the seed?
Are they the flower?
Are they the fruit?

Indeed, they are any thing
and every thing they are:
for they are, they live, they even die
in each and in everything they love.

What then are they?
May be they are love...
I don't really know.

For sure I just know
they are even more then love:
they are living love.

For they are my friends,
They are my dearest friends.

 

Lapdrey

Uroboros spiral bridge

As a pilgrim of me,
I have been searching for the sense
of life and death.

After I found its intangible golden seed,
I disgracefully lost it again,
for my unconquered imperfections.

I have made the turn of the inner world,
and now I came home again
to recover both half parts of me.

My goal is therefore to unit them:

as a fruitful blessing from above,
as a precious gift to be offered,
as a noble heritage to share with others
and as an everlasting life project to perform:

here, now and elsewhere.

Time for seed,
time for deeds,
time for being a flame of joy.

I am the ground,
You are the wings.

The divine Spirit,
the vivifying freeze and the secure bridge
towards eternity.

Lapdrey





                  




The joy of you


If you could ask the cells of your body
what they feel about being alive,
they 'll smile to you, and in a choir
would all of a sudden multiply themselves by infinite.

If you could ask your soul, in the very depths of it,
which is the feeling of joy and how it looks like,
you'd feel all along your entire self a vibrant chill
made of all the nature and supernature elements of you:

like the strength of a rock, to firm you upon yourself' anchor in God,
like the freshness of water, quenching your thirst of Life divine,
like the air, precious ethereal pearl breathing your heart full of the Holy,
like fire, in the intensity of love for all and everything that gives you everlasting life,
like a living human flower, speaking by its silence a wisdom of glory  -
simple like a beggar, but deeper then the deepest abyss of the heights of us.

Then, you'll hear in your heart,
and you'll receive an echo from all creatures:
“Look at the lilies in the fields…!”

And you'll smile and you'll know what it is: 
it is the joy of you,
your  blood in eternity.

Lapdrey