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Today I share one of the songs that resonates with me, I speak of "Seed in the earth" by Carlos Chaouen.
I was passionate about this song For a long time, I would say that since 2015 beyond the challenge that was presented to me and the beauty of harmony and melody was the lyrics that captivated me the most, I would say what in a special, intense and sublime way.
As a poet it is normal to ask me questions and I want to answer them, however, there are answers that in one way or another is in high spheres and we can only feel that flash that causes us to ignite the spark of the spirit.
Within the Maya synchronary, the Mayan horoscope or rather "Kin Maya" we can get different information about ourselves just by giving our birth date, it is a kind of natal Datta with a different geographical birth, when I take out Mine I realize that I am "Red Spectral Earth."
According to the Maya kin, One has Five energies, the power station (in my case earth) the guide, analog, antipode and hidden.
Our Kin Guide is where we will get navigation towards the spiritual north that we trace, somehow this energy indicates the direction of our Steps, in my case my central kin and the Guide are the same, so it is said that it guides me My own duplicate power.
This caused me uncertainty, somehow I know that it is because I have always paid attention to be able to move forward in the way I know it worked, even though everything looks contrary, I tend to encourage myself telling myself a joke or seeing the nutritive aspect of life, making songs helps me a lot to be honest with me, knowing that I am my own Guide has made me open my eyes to be aware that I must prepare to be able to nourish and guide me in the best way.
My kin analogous is the wind, the analogous is the similar, the affinity, so to be aware that the affinity to me is the wind so I know that my vocation of the Soul of singing is not a coincidence, also to realize that I analogous it to me It is the wind has given me A conscience about my wonderful respiratory system, being able to remove certain unconscious blockages and tensions that I suppose we all put in when breathing, the index of people who do not breathe naturally, "I am the wind" is percentage worrying that I repeat myself frequently to be the Air again when anxiety strikes me.
the Kin antipoda is the opposite, which somehow generates shock or learning, always depending on how we deal with the situation, thus obtaining growth as we are willing to work for it.
My antipoda is the Hand, something that made me have a certain Peace by accepting why My level when playing guitar, I have gone through excellent teachers and yet sometimes I felt like I did not take enough advantage since they themselves felt a little frustrated to see how much it cost me, however, as it has been my passion I have never abandoned and today with the kin I become aware of a natural law "the Hand works the earth" so every time I practice exercises related to materialize or to do work that the Hand requires I know that I am nourishing myself, leaving a fertile and ready soil for seeds.
The hidden kin represents an energy that is within us but that we cannot see unless we share with people, objects, places or events governed
centrally for our hidden
My hidden kin is Seed, and I have told you all this because I generated a beautiful shock the fact that I understood my internal poetry, knowing that in some way I have worked my land through analogy and the opposite to me, seeking to give a Good Fruit, even if I didn't know that.
Now I can thoroughly understand why "Semilla en la tierra" by Carlos Chaouen is one of my favorite songs, possibly we share similarities in our Kin Maya!
I love astrology and discover All this wisdom that is born in Mexico simply surpasses me, @esparta was the one who talked to me about all this and it turns out that contrary to me, its analogue is the Hand and its opposite the wind, which has made from the beginning we had a relationship that was a bit contrary but that having made conscious our antipodes and analogs now we use to grow together exponentially (base 10).
It hurts, life like a dagger sometimes hurts
And it has nothing to do with your mouth
That made to kiss there are times that bites
That announces sanity and sometimes goes crazy
And it hurts because the skin is not inert matter
It hurts because wanting to hurt sometimes.
Tremble, life as with fear
There are times that tremble
And it has nothing to do with the air
What moves your clothes on nights with a short moon
That squeezes loose and evokes and drives me crazy
Tremble for the whips you provoke
And also because wanting is to tremble sometimes.
And everyone on their way
He is singing, frightening his sorrows
And each one in his destiny
He is filling his veins with suns.
And here I am still in my trench, sweetheart
Throwing stones, against the last frontier
The one that separates the sea from the sky
The color of your ways
The one that leads me to war, to be a seed in the earth.
And don't ask me so much, sweetheart
I have little air in the lung
What I have is a castle in the sky
If the scythe comes to my corner
Rinse my forehead in your sweat
And you give everyone a kiss if I die ...
Laugh, life like a volcano there are times that laugh
And it has nothing to do with time
He laughs because for her we are so mild
Like the blue smoke that comes from modesty
And laugh because your tears deserve it
And also because wanting is to laugh sometimes.
Live, life for compassion
There are times that he lives
And it has nothing to do with death
And when that moment comes
Let me see
That there is no greater freedom
To face you
And nobody be acquitted
For not loving each other
And he lives because wanting is to live more.
And everyone on their way
He is singing, frightening his sorrows
And each one in his destiny
He is filling his veins with suns.
And here I am still in my trench, sweetheart
Throwing stones, against the last frontier
The one that separates the sea from the sky
The color of your ways
The one that leads me to war, to be a seed in the earth.
And don't ask me so much, sweetheart
I have little air in the lung
What I have is a castle in the sky
If the scythe comes to my corner
Rinse my forehead in your sweat
And you give everyone a kiss if I die ...
And if everything is seed, the splinter won't hurt
That bleed from my side
Your kid's gait, and don't tell me anything,
Let me do it
In my window with the feet on the other side,
I smoke my mornings.
If you want to know Your Kin Maya you can use this page to get it out, you just have to leave Your date of birth.