Words can be so, so beautiful.
Words that can touch us.
Words that have blood inside them.
Words that can even make us cry.
Do you know what gave me my words?
The words that I can speak with.
It was not my good days.
Not at all.
It was not my happy moments.
Not at all.
It was not the shiny days, with blue skies above my head.
Not at all.
Do you know what gave me my words?
The words that I can speak with.
It was the days when
my muscles tightened up in knots.
It was the days when
I found my thoughts,
so, so many thoughts,
literally tightened up
in so, so many clever knots.
Do you know what gave me my words?
The words that I can speak with.
It was my nightmares at night.
And then I decided …
I am going to war with my nightmares,
I am going to figure out
why in the world I have so much fear.
Do you know what gave me my words?
The words that I can speak with.
It was when I found
how clever my mind was
in lying,
in twisting my words,
and in twisting other people’s words too.
It was when I looked at
how easily we get away with it,
and walk away with a sense of pride.
A sense of pride that is poor.
Do you know what gave me my words?
The words that I can speak with.
It was literally when I saw
and came to terms with ME.
It was to look into the mirror and say:
‘Mirror, mirror on the wall,
look at the monster that I see.’
It was to look at the little monster
I had created within myself.
The illusions of myself.
It was to ask myself –
What am I going to do about this?
And then I decided …
to get some good window cleaner
and a very clean rag.
I was going to wipe off that mirror.
And I did.
This is what gave me my words.
To literally dig into the trash.
The terrible, terrible, decomposed trash,
All the junk thrown at me,
All the junk kicked into me,
All the junk I believed in,
And all the philosophies of mere selfishness
This is what gave me my words.
It gave me the ability
to understand what fire is.
It gave me the ability
to see that I am no different from anybody else.
It gave me the ability
to literally see,
that even though there seem to be billions,
In essence … there is only the one.
This is what gave me my words.
It gave me the ability,
not only to understand fire,
but to realise what fire is.
To know that fire does not lie.
That skin does not lie.
In essence … Fire is the door
between this dimension
and the dimension where
our spirits come from.
This is what gave me my words,
It gave me the ability
To realise a phenomenon
that lies in our hearts.
There it is … one flame
that never blows out.
No bullet can blow it out,
no rage, no anger and no hate,
can blow out this flame.
No dreams, no nightmares, no starvation,
not even death,
can blow out this flame
For it is eternal.
This is what our hearts are,
and this is what we fight
and that is what we fear.
This is what gave me my words …
The words that I can speak with.
Emahó Speech
FREIBURG Nov. 2008
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Emahó taught how to apply value, care, and humour into our ordinary yet busy lives. He emphasised on the goodness behind a paradoxical world that we may take for granted in our respective cultures, societies and in the personal self. He often demonstrated the possibility of breaking the code of conditioning and to begin a new journey of living life from the centre of one’s heart. He spoke words from his heart – words that ask of the seeker to reflect, to dive in and to make sane decisions.
‘Take time with each word’– Emahó said.
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