The bird's song

There is a lonely bird

Perched on the branch of a tree at dawn

A bird that sings an eternal song

The most beautiful and profound melody

The Song of the Soul.

It is a melody that never ceases

It is a pure and sweet melody, soft, welcoming.

When we allow ourselves to live dancing to this song

Life flows beautifully

And blossoms

And expands

But to live dancing to the rhythm of our song

We must first hear it

We must first remember that it is there

Oh, it was forgotten

It was ignored, oppressed

It was hidden behind veils

I came to think that there never was a song

I reached the height of hopelessness and despair

Searching in the heavens and in the hells

The answer to a question

That I did not even know

And on a dark night, it made itself heard

Beyond the sound of the storm and the strong wind

That made it almost impossible to hear its purity

But I knew at that moment

That there was something more amidst the chaos.

I do not know how much time has passed

Until the bird visited me again

Maybe weeks, maybe lifetimes

But when I heard it again

The chaos seemed to silence

And the sweet melody said to me:

“Come back home” 

And the simple song sang to me:

“Remember who you are” 

Who am I...

I said

Who are you?

I asked

But the bird had gone

Long years passed

Years of endless questions

Years of exhausting searches

Nights I spent longing to hear that comforting melody again

Nights I cursed having dreamed of the bird

It was at dawn that the pain ended

It was the most beautiful moment I had ever lived

I looked at the pink horizon

For the first time not waiting for it to give me answers

A black bird appeared in the blue of the sky that once was night

I felt its flight as if I were the bird gliding

It landed on my shoulder calmly

And I felt the melody flow inside of me

I listened to the bird's song

It didn't open its beak to sing

Even so, the song grew

And it seemed to echo in the clouds

And in the sun's rays

It seemed to echo in every part of my body

That now dissolved into the melody

My body that melted into the landscape

I looked at the black bird on my shoulder and in a sacred instant I understood

I was home

I died a tree at dawn

And reborn in the new world

Liah'ah.

Once upon a time, there was a man

Once upon a time, there was a man.

He was unhappy but didn't know why.

Until one day he realized that he could stop following a collective thought and start having his own ideas and even his own desires.

He stopped obeying orders and started thinking.

Thinking took him far.

It made him question everything.

But then he discovered feeling.

Feeling was very different from thinking.

Feeling was scary. It was beautiful, it was free.

Feeling meant stopping just thinking.

But thinking had brought him here.

Of course it was dangerous to stop thinking, but his heart said something else, it told him to let it flow.

The man had become a scholar. From ignorant servant to intellectual revolutionary, he arrived with a quantum leap.

As a scholar, he discovered things about energy.

He discovered that the energy in all creation came from the same source, but that source was so mysterious, as Nikola Tesla had once said.

No progress from there, he thought.

But to see true progress, all he had to do was follow the natural flow that governs life and allow himself to feel.

While he refused to do this, he struggled within himself day and night.

Until one day the man fell ill and needed strong medicine for his pain.

The side effect of the medicine was what saved the Man's life.

He was very sleepy, and between sleep and reality, a flash illuminated his imagination.

The vision of a wonderful landscape

And soon after, visions of outer space

And then small ants walking to their anthill.

Everything seemed interconnected by a cosmic thread.

And the visions that passed through his dream seemed to come from within himself.

“Energy is just communication, my friend Man...

From the smallest ant to the largest star…”

Liah'ah

A Sunday Afternoon

I was lying down resting in my room. I didn't fall asleep, but when I got up I felt like waking up from a dream.

I felt an urge to get out of bed and went onto the balcony.

The sun was setting behind the house, and in front of me, the clouds were pink.

The sound of the sea, the birds and the strong autumn wind gave me an intense feeling of freedom.

I walked the street in front of the house, admiring the green of the trees and plants growing freely in the empty lots.

I contemplated our pumpkin patch, which seemed to glow, and with a deep breath, I smiled with profound joy.

I looked at my house, and it felt like I was dreaming and, at the same time, waking up from the dream.

I felt like the girl from a few years ago in Porto Alegre, wrapped up under woolen blankets, dreaming of one day living near the sea, and when I get off the bed I Am the woman I am today, a conscious creator enjoying life beyond drama and suffering, living the Ahmyo Life.

It was like time travel; I felt like I was in two places at the same time, and at the same time, there was no time or space.

At the same time that I was two versions of myself, I was neither, I was the Eternal Being.

I felt like a newborn getting to know the world.

It was as if I was seeing each leaf for the first time, smelling the eucalyptus and the sea breeze for the first time.

It was as if I had been placed to live this life at that moment and everything was being presented to me.

I woke up with new eyes.

Beyond what I had ever dreamed of - this is the gift that is here.

Minutes after this cosmic experience that we can literary call an epiphany, I sat on the porch of my house to eat a sandwich.

Yes, it was that simple.

Sitting down, while Lucas was talking to a friend on the phone, I saw something fly into the house.

Since we live in the middle of nature, it is quite common for many animals to fly into the house. I once received a visit from a hummingbird, but that is another story.

This time I wondered if the figure I saw entering was a bird or a bat, but I was surprised by a butterfly!

I love receiving visits from my pakawuah (totem/power animal).

Its flight was frantic, but I managed to capture the shade of blue in its wings. It flew fiercely, shocking everywhere, while I watched it still.

Then it circled around me and flew quickly but gracefully out the back door.

When I went out to look for it, it had disappeared, as usual.

The speed with which everything happened was somewhat shocking.

I often see butterflies on the way and feel happy and accompanied, but this agitated butterfly came loaded with magic and passion.

A messenger, a multidimensional navigator.

When I saw that she had disappeared, I was left with the delightful enigma of her disappearance as an invitation to explore other dimensions.

Her brief visit also connected me to my passion and reminded me of the joy of sharing a simple story.

With love,

Liah Ahmyo 🦋💙✨️