CIRCE: IN PRAISE

The ancient pain that for long I believed

to have been cured, that twinge

of your memory visits me today

and it rushes every time I breathe

for your person from whom I walk away,

you at once very close and very present,

but now a cup of which I do not drink

dying of thirst at sea not having you.

You come to me in happy remembrance
of that time without time that we shared,

waterlogged in your eyes -those dark pits-

in front your slender bearing hypnotized.

And although initially I protected myself

with certain trick of the kind of those you used,

and although I had to threaten you

with my knife caressing on your face;

then as I former did at Troy with horse
I introduced my colt into your walls
and after causing a major burning fire
yielded resistance in the fortress pride;

afterwards the barriers being demolished

in your bed -a snowed battlefield-

in which both of us came out as winners

was just for playing to come to it again.

There your laughter urging me serpentine

then your soft hands feeling on my shoulders

with an intense aroma of violets

the weird enclosure perfuming with its scent

where you worked your magic and your cures

in applying the balsam to my wound;

then in I turn in payment referred

the adventures of my return to home.

Little by little increased mutual trust

between we two, the warrior and the sorceress,

convincing you my comrades to redeem

spellbound previously subdued to your gaze.

Man was for you no better than a pig,

lions or wolves just to increase swine herds

until at last when you arrived to know me

the mistaken idea my love changed.

With sex at nights that populated visions

of arcane realities that were unveiled then

when full of passion embarked our bodies:

lunar spacecraft released to the dark.

Years passed, perhaps they were millennia,

-as it is known: that intercourse is death-

until I felt the call of destination,

returning home to the arms of Penelope.

I see a current pouring out of my chest

that turns to you and it is bloody painful,

as it is love that right now is frustrated

deprived of his drug, and worse, his hope.

Doomed to row alone crossing the sea

the froth of waves splash in my obsession

reaching to me former images from you;

from Eea island to my home in Ithaca,

thy remembrance now accompanies me.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from: "POEMS OF LAY LOVE” 

Image: “Circe and Ulysses”, Edmond Dulac (1882-1953)

from: "PINACOTECA”

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PRO CIRCE

DILEMMA

In forgetfulness of being I immerse myself

in the tempestuous waters of life

which expands its triumphant powers

in the veils of deceit: the existence.

To be or to exist; behold the arcane dilemma:

either I am without qualities and attributes,

or I get lost in the kaleidoscope

of thousand mutant forms and colors

when I confuse my being with the thoughts

who flock unceasingly to the mind

displaying the panoplies of worlds

in play and avatars of existence.

But if the din stops in consciousness

everything becomes zero and fades

and now I am, the potential for all;

no longer there are vessels, water only

without color or shape, in purity at the source.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from: "PHILOSOPHICAL NOTEBOOK”

Image: Laurence Olivier in his film Hamlet (1948)

from: "PHOTOPAINTING”

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DILEMA

THE REAL VALUE OF CURRENCY

Island of Yap in the Pacific Ocean:

lost among other thousands dispersed

in the archipelago of the Micronesia;

nothing is there; well yes, there is the sky,

the jungle, the sea (is full of stingrays)

their livelihood consists in fishing them;

is a brave people of daring navigators

in small canoes made of rushes tied

and they orient according to the stars.

They greatly value their ancient traditions

-we will see its economic importance-

that are transmitted across generations

by shamans whose only mission is

to keep always alive a "sacred flame"

taking care of the myths not to forget

repeating telling to everyone this rare story:

Some centuries ago a yapense chief

decided why not becoming rich?,

but there was nothing there to that effect

-I mean apart from what has been said-

that being so common they did not appreciate.

He was told that on a remote island

called "Truk" distant about two weeks

of sailing threatened with a variety of typhoons,

storms and heavy swell lashing the boats

there were enormous stones scattered throughout

of a material that could be easily carved

("aragonite" in geology is called).

And thus risking their lives on various trips

little by little they brought six thousand rocks

(some of them weighted about a couple tons)

carved them out producing circle shapes

and through the center bored an open hole 

so that by introducing there a stick

could be moved around the enormous mass

about the perimeter, as a gigantic wheel.

The task achieved was worthy of the Titans,

so a big value was rightly attached to it,

and the participants in the great enterprise

were granted a cuantity of stones

proportionate in number and in size

according to the merit, thus gaving them

among their people: status, honors,”wealth"

for it was a good so unusual for them

as gold or silver can represent to us.

They were deposited in the jungle banks

allotted each one to its proud owner,

nobody could move them readily around

-were also used to mark the edge of paths-

and so the jungle became a watched over “bank";

with a big plus: not subject to inflation;

as nobody can easily a large stone create

out of the blue as in "bank-money" occurs:

“he who wants fish then risk the bottom wet”;

go and repeat the ancestors so brave feat.

Gradually, over the span of time

such a wealth in the hands of a few

was being distributed: if one married a daughter

that means to give as dowry a large stone,

and with medium one to acquire a hut

paying the "architect" with any there small ...

Now everyone to some extent has some

from the six thousand of the jungle bank;

to give a relative idea in order to compare,

the chief tycoon has twenty of varying size,

what makes him see the future in cheerful mood

if he does not by the way the island quit...

as there is where is solely recognized

that kind of money (otherwise behemoths)

based on a maintained reputation

renewed by shamans conveying the story

of the heroic deeds of the ancient folks

who crossed the sea venturing into the unknown

and thus endowed matter of economic value

morally-based as they risked their lives-

the massive stones are then transformed in totems-

coated of myth and culture that is allways refreshed

as ”yapense values” in all the possible meanings of the term.

I almost forgot: the stones are worth so much

that are not useful to be handled in dealings,

let us say to buy a fish (even when it is a stingray)

nor the firewood for the bonfire to cook;

such trifles are at a different scale

of value in a mind & matter sense

(if the economic from personal derives).

Required for carrying out such tasks

is something that can be used in change

that is lightweight and not a heavy block

fractionable, portable and "cheap";

for such petty details they use the dollars

“scraps of paper" that "Uncle Sam" supports,

but their precious "pietro-dollars" never touch.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from: “AS I SEE IT”

Image: "Yapensa Pensierosa about the Money"

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VERDADERO VALOR DE LA MONEDA

A HYPOTHESIS FOR THE "MOAIS": MERE COINS?

I propose a hypothesis to be verified

by scholars and the learned ones

in ocean themes and in island matters:

those of Easter, of Yap and the Marquesas.

Easter Island in the Pacific Ocean

with their strange and much disturbing totems:

that are the "moai”, shapes in stone carved

with the mystery of what could be their origin ...

... and the Island Yap in the Ocean Pacific

distant from the other about three thousand miles;

where its ingenious system of finance

caused sensation throughout French Polynesia;

that they "invented" to create their richness:

massive stones brought from very far away

defying typhoons in canoes rather faint

which gave to the adventure enormous merit

and thus commercial value was derived

-because of the difficulty of getting them-

from that other intangible value​​: bravery

that those sailors exhibited so well.

Is also known that some of these tribes

-inhabitants of the Marquesas Islands-

went to the sea, to the fearful ocean,

only guided by necessity and the stars.

Matches the legend that tells about how clans

rivals for power in the nation of "Heva"

make bloody wars between each other

finally expelling the losers from the land;

those must leave for other territories

of course by sea -no alternative was left-

amidst typhoons, great perils, risks and dangers

beyond the known, to the infinite horizon.

Undoubtedly many of them died in the attempt

after sailing the immensities of waters

(the Pacific Ocean amounts aprox to a third

of the entire surface of our blue Earth planet).

Today there are signs that thousand years ago

a bunch of these brave seafarers

led by a chief (named “Atu Matuna”)

reached "Rapa Nui”, that is the Easter Island.

and thus was brought to that lone territory

some of the goods of their civilization;

valuable things, foremost are to be mentioned:

their blood, sweet potatoes and the currency.

The blood: that now with modern DNA testing

taken from the old ladies and the old men

in both places so distant from each other

their connection convincingly demonstrates.

Sweet potato: a fruit that was indigenous

and it can never (as a coconut would)

float for months, it must be embarked;

reached Easter Island, then later went to America ...

The currency: -and here comes my thesis-

was here also made in the resemblance

of huge yapense stones of happy memory

and of so good result in Micronesia economy.

Are perhaps those so mysterious shapes

called "moai" -huge faces in carved stone

characteristic of the Easter Island-

a mere transcript of their financial values?;

Maybe these people devoid of gold and silver

sought valuable things by other means:

in the rarity and worth of somewhat

difficult to obtain; those "behemoths” perhaps?

… giving them faces, as we do also

in printed banknotes and in minted coins;

so they carved here the volcanic tuff

transporting finally their enormous weights.

There is no doubt, the thing has a great merit,

and it is not within the reach of a nobody

that can easily print hitting a button

(so money inflation therefore is kept away);

if anyone wants fish go and get wet;

reach the volcano and choose some block

of a size according to the greed,

scrub it tastefully and haul it afterwards

for a long way to take it to the "bank"

(here terraced fields facing the ocean);

nobody could make any embezzlement ever

stealing them because of their large weight.

With such a wealth ... if you marry a daughter

give her a dowry with a large sized face,

with a medium one she can acquire a hut

and pay with any small the "architect".

Everyone there to some extent had some

deposited in bank of hundreds in the banks,

which today represents an attraction for tourism,

thus the capital accumulated by the ancestors

leaves substantial revenue as interest today.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from: "AS I SEE IT"

Image from: "PHOTOFILTERED"

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UNA HIPÓTESIS DE LOS “MOAIS”: ¿MONEDAS?

CLOCKS

Time is that elusive delusion

that man tries to measure for his days

fabricating multitude of allegories

the unreal to the useless to connect:

wax candles that irremissibly burn their length,

water clocks weeping their elegies,

curved crystals in mutual courtesies

that gold forever unattainable lend;

fatal cold wheels that insomniac rotate

ferocious mechanisms between their teeth,

atomic quartzs ever vibrating same ...

to alI those devices the gnomon I prefer

that keeps its poise to the varying anger

of changing suns, even when lies there blaze.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from: "POEMS"

Image from: "PHOTOFILTERED"

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RELOJES

MEDITATION: THE ONLY ADVENTURE LEFT

When the time comes when you're tired

of the trivialities and nonsense of this world,

nothing will satisfy you: neither things nor people

or circumstances that never give the eternal ...

maybe you will go per thousand roads to find:

rehearsing, testing, and dissatisfied;

this is not ... this is not ..., will be the ascesis

until you arrive to your personal concept:

to the idea that you have of yourself,

that in the end are just thoughts

throughout your live constructing

a fake structure of illusory deceptions.

There is no choice, the ego must be killed;

a painful process, because it does resist

to cast off the long-acquired status 

and to abandon all of its privileges.

And then it comes a dark night for your soul

since it is going to be a very tough test:

is the starving to death of all the stimuli

of the rewards, your own blackmail, your thoughts ...

On the other hand the new is just expectant

but the darkness for now hides the overview

because the sun has not yet in the day breaked

although a light is sensed that awaits.

Meditation is the only consolation:

dwelling in me, going to the deep self

and very attentive to that intuition

of something different still not manifest.

Here is the "road map" for this journey

according to the tips of a great master

(Antonio Blay * who showed me the way

back to the Real returning from my dreams).

Make the silence of the body and mind

watching the breath, and how it does take place

in your body, how enters, then stops

and leaves you again to start over anew.

See who it is behind this force

soft -though unstoppable- that floods

in repeated cycles, but do not pretend

to handle it but only there observe.

Take advantage of phase in which exhales

to release any tension in your muscles

by ordering to the various parts

to leave the stress in which they are maintained.

After you have laid back the body

go furthermore to look at the mind

contemplating every thought arising:

how they come, then vanish afterwards...

Ask yourself who is that this observes;

behind all objects the final Subject is,

all depends on him but never is affected;

that's you, the witness in Silence.

Direct your attention to that force

of breath that you are feeling from behind

in lumbar region, you will see the stream

having an origin an it is in a point;

stay there in quietness for a while;

see life pulsating who keeps holding you

in rhythm of an unstoppable force

impersonal, but yours at the same time ...

and you will see that behind every beach,

in those waves that inundate of energy,

there is the power of fabulous ocean

and is a center embedded in Silence.

I Am, I Am, I Am all Energy

that potentially reaches the infinite

although I can express just only a part:

precisely that that I have exercised.

Turn your attention for a time thereafter

to the chest region, imagine and pretend

that in front of you are people that you love

to which you demonstrate a warm affection ...

You will see a beam pouring from a center

which expands to the front in a fan shape

in pure bliss, in joy and utmost beauty;

is your love focus, and behind ... Silence.

I Am, I Am, I Am Pure Love

in a potential that extends to infinity

although I can only just a part express:

precisely the one already developed.

Now direct your attention to the head

at the plane of the eyes and vision;

imagine that in front you contemplate

a broad and cleared horizon illuminated ...

by bluish light that all encompasses

in panoramic vision widespread

that is pure clarity of understanding

and again, that radiates from one point.

I Am, I Am, I Am the Intelligence

in a potential that reaches the infinite

although a part I can only express:

precisely the one that I have practiced.

I recognize me as the axis connecting

the three foci that I have been examining:

Energy, Love and Intelligence

I feel it here and now and wide awake.

From this notion of being I myself

I am aware of the silence that envelops

and remain attentive void of concepts

in an expectant waiting for the unknown ...

… … …

After meditation, "return into this world"

by forcing a breathe that is somewhat intense

and at the same time moving little by little

fingers, extremities, the shoulders and the neck ...

Do not open your eyes completely yet

but give impetus to cast forward the sight;

realize you are “awakening” your consciousness

from Reality to plunge into this dream

and that there is nothing, nothing absolutely

but the I alone behind the objects ...

... BE THE WITNESS, THE OBSERVATION, SUBJECT.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from: “SELF-REALIZATION”

Image from: "PHOTOFILTERED”

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MEDITACIÓN: ES LA ÚNICA AVENTURA

JOY IS WITHOUT CAUSE

How overflows!, what an overflow in heart

causes this joy unexpectedly coming,

apparently not dependent on anything,

arising from the depths without a motive

as is not associated with things outside;

an attribute of Being in pure essence:

joy and happiness have presently opened

—not knowing reasons— here and now the channel.

Reasons required?; today is like another,

can`t be mentioned anything remarkable

except this joy that has suddenly flooded

and stays —for the time being— untouched.

I do my usual things, the daily errands,

I telephone, variety of commitments,

attend some business, then going to the bank…

and from behind is always the joy flowing.

I will say something about: is our heritage

present throughout, in everything a background;

there in the depths, enclosed in the chest area

an everlasting sun of love is burning.

From there it keeps radiating inexhaustible

its essence as a flower-like aroma

that is sheer life expressing in each being

in both the interior and in the external dealings.

We can access it, but that can be just only

when the mind takes away all the barriers

that as a sluice prevents the flux break freely

shelfishly choosing to force the circumstances;

usually we block ourselves preferring

our fixed ideas in order to construct

our own puppet mask that can occult us

with whom we confuse, allways defending;

and thus the live appears ossified

smelling musty, enchained to the memory,

a slave of past and future on projections 

to compensate for our own shortcomings.

Life becomes wholly and meanigful and sacred

and is lived in an extraordinary manner

if out of the way we take our self-concept

serving only as an instrument, acknowledging.

Allow all doing to the High Intelligence

Maximum Love and Utmost Power;

and be just only the vase containing

the fuel that flows outward slowly

and thus keeps feeding the oil to the flame shining.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from: "SELF-REALIZATION"

Image from: "PHOTOPAINTING”

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LA ALEGRÍA ES SIN CAUSA

MYSTIC BODY VIBRATES IN TUNING FORKS

The world is a continuum that is inhabited

by the so-called living beings and other entities;

all is spirit in tuning forks vibrating

in very different frequencies and tones:

if low, as in the stones and all the mineral,

if average as in the plants and animals,

somewhat higher in the actual human,

higher on top at the angelic spheres ...

Everything aims at building such a harmony

as to be a whole and with a clear sense

that can express the triform appearance

of the divine at the root source of all:

Energy, Love, Intelligence at its summun

-name it Trinity if you favor the term-

all seeks a balance in casual deviations
as the Alpha and Omega is just the same.

If let's say there is a bloody crime,

an attack with victims, innocent,

the embezzlement, the black hole caused

seeks for a suture to put the bleed an end,

summon resources from the rest of the body,

spiritual body -"mystical" is the tradition name-

that reacts -on account of being it pure health-

to those ill parts that can cause a gangrene;

sooner or later they will be neutralized

having to purge for their sin and nonsense

in this or in a thousand lives to take up

(the Law of Karma is the zero-sum end).

Back to the attack in the mentioned example:

will we see the revenge of the dead

-that are not such but alive in another realm

leaving this one incomplete and mutilated-

sooner or later having the main responsible

that must here wash all the blood and stains,

submerged in misery and doomed

their broken lives in tatters crashing as well?.

Society also that taken collectively

to evil shows weakness and cowardice

must suffer the purge and condemnation

with an exponent in the physical world:

in economic and in material business,

in the financial and the energy crisis;

don´t be surprised of misery and decay,

is a mere transcript that such moral reflects.

Everything has meaning: Consciousness;

like in our body prompts feeling a pain

to serve as notice so we can attend

and put a remedy that is accurate there,

likewise the psychic and the mental suffering

warns us of something wrong within,

once seen the cause, admit it, and therefor

begin to mobilize the appropriate means.

And so the circumstances suffered

always point to the ultimate root causes:

some deviation from the order determined

that is the health in bodies and in minds.

(What is that health?; it is said: Leave everything

and enter naked of concepts and of things

into the purity of Being -capital letters-

once overcome the selfish egotism).

It is forever true the old adage

-to gain in more awareness an appeal-

"He who does not learn through discernment

will have to do so through suffering and pain"

(that personally, collectively as well).

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text from "PHILOSOPHICAL NOTEBOOK"

Image: "Tuning Forks in Logos" (Yamaha)

from "PHOTOFILTERED”

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The Spanish version is:

CUERPO MÍSTICO VIBRANDO EN DIAPASONES

HIGGS FIELD AND BOSON: A METAPHOR

The vacuum is not such, is like a field 

of virgin snow that invites to explore 

and this can be done in various ways:

a very fast one is traveling on skis;

an intermediate is stepping on rackets,

and one slower sinking into the snow;

a body can go faster or slower

depending on how it interacts

with the medium in which it is based.

So a body that exhibits a mass 

is not its own but rather it derives 

from the kind of substrate interaction 

when running into the packed vacuum

(like the traveler with that of the snow):

if such an interaction is very intense 

as that of who is sinking in his footsteps 

going slower, a large mass is assigned, 

the intermediate that advances on snowshoes 

guess what: will have an intermediate mass, 

and as to the other one that glides using skis,

obtains a value of zero or low mass.

Therefore mass is not something ontological 

but it is just the result of exchanges 

between the object and the field where it travels: 

the "Higgs Field" that permeates the vacuum

and provides inertia to the particles;

the "Higgs Boson" are then those snowflakes
(in each one of their beautiful crystals)

that to my boots adhere more or less.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

Text: from "SCIENTIFIC NOTEBOOK"

Image: from "FOTOFILTERED”

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CAMPO Y BOSÓN "DE HIGGS": UNA METÁFORA

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