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Poem: Is this universe inside the palm of the hand really mine?

universe in hand

Is this universe inside the palm of the hand really mine?
It is cause’ I feel its power running through my being.
And it took me some time to understand
When I don’t get it all.
Then as long as I continue living
There is always something else.

It’s the unstoppable heart beating fast
It’s the divine soul I have trapped inside this body
It’s the thought I collect and other times I create
It’s the conjunction of everything and nothing at the same
It’s this huge love that let me see clear and blind me as well
It’s my life itself inside the life of someone else
It’s to believe you’re taking some rest
And hiding from the world, you find out
You can’t hide from yourself.

The mark of the urgent movement is aiming at you
It has been always the same since the creation of all living
Even to take a break and watch the sunset it’s a gift
And to get rid of the old ways giving the welcome to the news
Being faithful to your self’s truth.
Then the water is always running through your fingers
And you don’t have to see it.
It’s the love pouring wild and free.

I thought I was living my life in a dream
I thought I was awake and perceiving
All I know is I ‘am here inside this bubble
Of majestic wonders,
This stage that God had created for me
To participate and experience reality.

And let me say I don’t know how to act
This comes out naturally without any effort by my part.
When I choose to cry I let my tears fall down through my cheeks
When I choose to laugh I smile first
When I need to express myself I open my heart
Then my mouth to let my voice out.
And so on and on…
My verbal and no verbal communication is always exposed.

But then I see around
And there’s so much ignorance.
Or we mature together or not
Without losing the children we all have inside.
But then I see those dark clouds and the thunder lights in the sky
I’m sure god is not playing in that playground.
And what about the earthquakes, and destructions,
The tsunamis, nature earth’s disasters?

When are you going to understand we are all connected one to another?
If you are not happy, the earth is not happy.
And she gets angry because you’re also angry.
When are you going to understand we are one,
And there is enough cake for each one of us to take a piece and enjoy?
When are you going to understand we are love,
And we are already in paradise when you wave it goodbye
Instead of giving its proper welcome?

Life is in constant movement
And we are its target.
What you think you call it
Good and bad the perception arrives
Without invitation and she knows how to handle it well,
Only if you let her.

Love is your constant company
Even if you have it prisoner with your no expression.
Nothing would understand better
When love is free and takes you
To those places you’ve seen only in your imagination.

By Diana Arco

Heart on Fire

“All The Light, Life, Love, And Freedom From The Heart And Soul.”

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Do you really know why you have two hands?

Happy thursday, everyone!
Well, I love this day because I’am closer to Friday and then…
Oh yeah, baby! The Weekend! 🙂

Now, to my today’s post…

Do you really know why you have two hands?
Do we only have them to help us to take things?
Do we have them only to touch and feel?

I’m taking the freedom to share the following quotes with you.
I’ve only selected a few ones; the ones I liked the most.


I have held many things in my hands,
and I have lost them all;
but whatever I have placed in God’s hands,
that I still possess.
Martin Luther

Often the hands will solve a mystery
that the intellect has struggled with in vain.
Carl Jung

A man who works with his hands is a laborer;
a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman;
but a man who works with his hands and his brain
and his heart is an artist.
Louis Nizer

Do you believe in fairies?
Say quick that you believe.
If you believe, clap your hands!
James M. Barrie

The only medicine for suffering, crime,
and all other woes of mankind, is wisdom.
Teach a man to read and write,
and you have put into his hands
the great keys of the wisdom box.
But it is quite another thing to open the box.
Thomas Huxley

I’m always writing,
even when I’m not at my desk.
I write on my hands.
I used to write on my kids’ hands, too,
but they don’t let me any more.
When I’m driving I sometimes write all the way up my arms.
Jodi Picoult

Men and women are like right and left hands;
it doesn’t make sense not to use both.
Jeanette Rankin

In the hands of a great poet,
words have ways of affecting us
in ways we don’t understand.
Kenneth Branagh



“All The Light, Life, Love, And Freedom From The Heart And Soul.”

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