Gnosei Seauton…

conosci te stesso

conhece a ti mesmo

conócete a ti mismo

know yourself…

The wise man – his eyes are in his head, while the fool walks in the dark.

To know yourself
is the doorway to the truth…

those who know themselves well
can support themselves with their strengths
and with that act upon their weaknesses
and in this way, correct themselves to become better humans

there are people who tend to think
that the faults are of others of all the evils
that befall them…
and they have tendency to project upon others
their own defects…

Let’s look at the idea of what is considered Evil.
Evil is not merely the wish to lie, harm, steal etc. in every day’s life. Most of us are hopefully beyond that, living in society with moral rules and values that protects us from being subject to evil doings or from inflicting evil doings upon others.

Evil is different. It is the sum of the negative feelings and energy within us, which if not dealt with properly will result in distancing us from our own true self and from society.

Evil is Guilt; Sadness; Depression; Jealousy; Low self-esteem; Cynicism; Gossiping; Anger, Pride. It is what’s behind that lack of willingness to get out of bed in the morning, behind those painful words said to a colleague at noontime, behind that headache in the evening. Evil is the pain in my heart at night…

“When a person sins he is in “Alma Depiruda” (Aramaic) and then in every detail he stands alone.”

Today, all those who prefer to do what they are told instead of thinking and finding themselves and what is good for them, are the contemporary followers of  slaves-out-of-choice. Only when one is as close to his true self as one can be, embracing all parts of his soul in a unifying manner, one can make the right choice for himself without “slavery”. This is true freedom.

I have taken the mask off my face, looking inside it, I am smiling. My soul is cleansed and made pure again. I am one with myself and one with all. I am and always will be true to myself.

We all face each other now, know each other, living in harmony with all the one hundred and twenty seven countries of my soul.

Every one of us is like one letter, and only when attached to another a new word is born.

Unified. One. text by Isabel Gallagher

“The hardest freedom to maintain is the freedom of making mistakes.” Morris West

“Wherefore let us exhort all men to piety, that we may avoid evil, and obtain the good, of which Love is to us the lord and minister; and let no one oppose him-he is the enemy of the gods who oppose him.” – Aristophanes’ Speech

Everything flourishes; each returns to its root
Returning to the root is called tranquility
Tranquility is called returning to one’s nature
Returning to one’s nature is called constancy
Knowing constancy is called clarity

Not knowing constancy, one recklessly causes trouble
Knowing constancy is acceptance – Taoism

“It is forbidden to cry without learning why…” – excerpt from poem by Pablo Neruda

The truth you speak
has no past and no future.

It is,
and that’s all it needs to be.

A Single Strand of Hair….

Every once in awhile
I find a single strand of hair
that is kinky and jet black
in my long brown hair
I stare at it in wonder
at who you were
were you of Africa
or of gypsy strain?
Running around
in the blood of my name?
And sometimes I spy
a very light hair
thinking at first
the signs of old age
with closer inspection
I discover it blond…

Are you the flemish
the jewish or spanish
that I know to be running around
in the currents of my blood?
I smile at the past
hidden in the mysteries
of who I am
There is a trace of something
from the world over…

Do I have your eyes?
Your smile? Your nose?
A gesture kept immortal
Since the seed was first planted?
Of this,
I am sure
In every part of my being.

We cross paths with each other
in every single smile I meet.
You are my Eve
You have planted the first seed
nurtured and raised every generation.
you´re alive, immortal
through me, my children
for they are all yours.
That the beauty comes from within
the innermost part of my being.

Sometimes, I get a sensation
an emotion of being home
Where I´ve never been before
a whispered thank you
from the past
for bringing you back
to where your story started.
And I am left bewildered
with what that story was
hidden in the folds
of the mystery of my blood.

To honor my every mother
and my every father
being kind to my brothers
and sisters throughout the world.
I honor you Eve, with my life
each and every single one.
You, immortal, since the beginning.

I unravel my story
and the longer the string
the less there is left to tell
Retracing that strand
of a single jet black hair
Going back to the beginning
into one tiny knot
of that first tentative seed
the dream that was planted,
nurtured throughout the centuries.

Hundreds of strands of hair
maintaining connections
to the faces that disappear
into the folds of my skin
A gradual unveiling of history
opens up before my eyes
And in revolving circles
I find variety in repetition
that to go forward
you have to go back
to where you began.

And what humans forget
the genes will forever remember
We are one, We are immortal
the past, the present, the future
is in the mystery of every child´s smile…

– by Isabel Gallagher