I Feel Like Pablo

~ “Every day you play with the light of the universe.”

~ Pablo Neruda

 

Here’s some golden advice from Pablo Neruda on how to create a beautiful life for yourself and live your life to the utmost fullest. I feel it to be one of the greatest poems ever written.

Some have attempted to copy the fruit of this poem (there are “fake poems” out there, just as there’s “fake news” ~ lol). And until today, I hadn’t unearthed this gem. Prior to this, I’d been duped into believing another, similar poem, was Mr. Neruda’s, but after carefully cross-checking, I found it to be bogus.

This is the “real-deal-Lucille” poem, written even more eloquently than its copy.  This poem inspires, motivates and guides you to live your very best life.

And, to go along with the Mr. Neruda’s poem, I’ve included a magically delicious musical selection.  This music makes my heart yearn to make love with another heart in a way that transcends carnal desires. Does it conjure up similar feelings for you, too?

Poetry & music transports us into another realm: a higher octave ~ Both being, essentially, dreams that have come to life.

Creativity is the highest form of meditation, after all.

Enjoy basking in this delightful energy.

With Love Always, Angela ~ xoxox

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Sunset in Malibu, CA ~ September 24, 2017 ~ Broad Beach

Die slowly

He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones “it’s” rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.

He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who don’t reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

~ PABLO NERUDA ~ “Selected Poems”

 

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