Guts and love

A compilations of the last months spurs of inspiration, insight, and exploration. 1. El coraje y la humildad vienen de la mano y no significa temor ni miedo. Ni ser inseguro ni nada por el estilo. Es sino poder, respeto e intención. 2. Todo cambia, así es el cuerpo, la vida y las experiencias. La … Continue reading Guts and love

When your sweetness finally pulled all the bitterness that hid under my skin, I was able to see through our now forgotten fairytales something which seemed as a meaning.  Some meaningfulness that healed the disrupted passion that had built, at least in my heart. And through this, all became clear, acceptable, furthermore beautiful, yet revealing … Continue reading

Senseless World

And I go back to the quest of answers, as a narcotic, daredevil, or junky who loves to pick petals from the melancholic garden of sunflowers. And as a confused lover, adventurer, and seasonal writer, all words which spell from my hand aren't suppose to make sense.  How could I write feelings as one would … Continue reading Senseless World

No different 

And I must be sincere with you. Yet I will not be direct for words burden the free, cage the wild and confuse the weak.  I must say that every sunset, every full moon, and every morning twilight, reminds me of some adventure we once had. Yet this is what time explained to me, wordlessly, … Continue reading No different 

How can I explain something that only my baby neurons can acknowledge? To be broken down every other minute yet always picking up the pieces with the hope that they will now hold on forever. And I know I am not alone. I know that the cosmic weaving naturally takes us to those dark spots … Continue reading

Questions from a dead poet

What purpose does a poet have if nothing tickles his nerves nor carves in his dreams to awaken an intense passion or ache? What will the words that he spit through his trembling joints mean? Will these melt and fly away with his own sighs and doubts?  What happens when hurt and passion are pulled … Continue reading Questions from a dead poet

Today I pray 

Our prayers must stay strong and firm on rough trails, for it is then when the big breakthroughs happen. I pray for love and light in everyone's path. We deserve the best and The Universe deserves to see our best shine.  Thank you Yage. Thank you God. Infinite Blessings. José Andrés Arvide

Oración para el día presente

Oración para el día del presente.... Gracias Dios. Gracias por expandir tu altruismo y dar a luz al paisaje de experiencias más hermoso de esta dimensión. Gracias Dios por darnos una pincelada de entendimiento sobre la grandeza y belleza de este universo y sus pequeños macros en donde se esconde lo divino y sagrado. Gracias … Continue reading Oración para el día presente

Romantic Valse 

My body stumbles into a nostalgia that only an old poetic valse could awaken. One of those songs that accompany the dreamy romantic moments where the swaying rhythm of a guitar indicates either love or lost. Chords which pronounce themselves with a heart beating bass, yet the high pitched melody brings the precise amount of … Continue reading Romantic Valse 

Don’t Look for Your Purpose 

Have you seen clouds making mistakes, or the sun doubting about itself? Have you seen an apple tree giving oranges? Don't look for your eyes, you see therefore you know you have them. Don't look for the purpose of your life, you live therefore you have a purpose. Live and love fully now.  Jose Andres … Continue reading Don’t Look for Your Purpose