AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

I’m only just one more wave

travelling the vacuum

at 768 mph

 

I bring a message

from a dark place far away from here

Would you like to hear it?

 

I am the messenger

of collapsing environments

of coming-to-existence galaxies

of fading planets

and of dying stars

 

If you come across my path

you’ll come to know all that I know

and if you say anything,

or produce any sound,

I’ll spread it to the rest of the universe

And I’ll keep going my way

 

Please, don’t be grieved about it

It’s my job

It’s what I was born to do

I was made to be cold,

I was made to be careless

 

I’m a curse, you say

I tell you, maybe…

but you have to admit it

without me the universe would be boring

 

I don’t care about consequences

I don’t care for who might get hurt

And even if you like me today,

You’ll hate me tomorrow

As a wave, I’m everywhere

and I’ll eventually return to you

 

Then, I’ll go away

to tell somebody else that…

 

I am the messenger

of collapsing environments

of coming-to-existence galaxies

of fading planets

and of dying stars

 

…

 

and you were my latest news

FROM THE INSIDE OUT

The black cloud

is going away

The winds are tearing it apart

There’s nothing above my head

But the sun shining bright

 

I haven’t counted the hours

since the day it got here

I had just finished the harvest

and suddenly I felt:

FEAR

 

Chilly winds started blowing

right away

And the light abruptly vanished

 

I was totally alone

in the farm

In my little wooden house

 

Far from others

Unreachable

 

Then I saw those blood-red eyes

contemplate

what my life had just became

 

Staring from the window

Smily, evil eyes

 

What was day right then was night

Lifelessness

Desperation came to stay

…

I could no longer take it anymore!

I was a prisoner in my own house

due to outside issues

I had to stop what was happening

And that would have to be from the inside out

…

Then I opened my heart and cried

To the one who has power over all things

He heard my humble cry

And now I see it:

 

The black cloud

is going away

The winds are tearing it apart

There’s no fear above my head

But the tender savior Christ

 

No more eyes of accusation

No more loneliness or night

The black cloud

is going away

The winds are tearing it apart

There’s nothing above my head

But the sun shining bright

 

by José Ruy Pimentel de Castro

PLANETS AROUND THE STAR

We are in a certain position

in the universe

And there is a bigger star

We gravitate around it

This star is in the center of our universe

whether we like it or not

 

And it’s this last fact

that determines how long

our solstices are

 

Some of us are aware of this star

in the center of our universe

It is this star that gives us warmth

and light

Therefore, we want to be closer to it

and our solstices are short,

almost irrelevant

The solstices exist,

but they are soon forgotten

 

Some others are also aware of this star

in the center of their universe,

but they may not understand its existence

and, therefore, this star is not real for them

even though the star gives them warmth

and light

So, they want to be distant from it

and their solstices are longer,

They are centered in themselves

and they like to live alone

in their universe

They are blind to see

(or pretend not to)

the protection and benefits

this star gives them

They are cold and lonely

and life itself is not possible

in a place like this

 

My fellow friends,

we are part of this universe

We cannot run from it

We cannot hide from this fact

Let’s learn to love this star

and be grateful for the existence of it

Our own existence depends on this star!

Let’s make our solstices shorter

and I assure you

…

our universe will be much warmer

and our existence filled with purpose

if only we quit liking

the long solstices

the dark side, freezing part

of our ego-centered lives

 

by José Ruy Pimentel de Castro

BLACK HOLE

I’m a Black Hole

and I’m in your universe

What does that mean? I’ll tell you

I’ll eat you

I’ll devour you

Till there is nothing left

My ego destroys

You know that and I know it also

But we just can’t live

without one another

We hurt each other

We know of our imminent death

but in our hearts

(or what is left of it)

being far from one another

is not worth living

So let death come, my little star,

we will live the best of what is left

up to the ultimate moment

 

by José Ruy Pimentel de Castro

Slideshow: Ze Ruy- Filho De Zebedeu

A slideshow video presentation with pictures.

Slideshow: Ze Ruy- Oh, E Agora? Quem Poderá Nos Defender?

A slideshow video presentation with pictures.

FEATURES OF TIME

Memories are one of the best ways of traveling

They are one of the ways of breaking the linear [aspect of time

and transform it into a curving one

 

It is the moment where present meets the past…

 

Scientists will never understand

how we transfer knowledge from a box

attached to our heads

and connected to our past experiences

They’ll never figure out

how the subconscious part of ourselves

bring us so vivid images and sounds

…

From the past

 

Dreams are also one of the best ways of traveling

They are another way of breaking the linear aspect of time

and transform it into a curving one

 

It is the moment where present meets the future…

 

Scientists will never understand

the way we are able to construct prospects in this little box

attached to our heads

and make it really happen and become reality

They’ll never figure out

how the fortune-teller part of ourselves

is able to define our own future

…

In the future

 

The scientific conclusion, after all this,

is that the best of the present

is when it becomes the past for us to remember

or when we think of the future for us to create

 

If not related to past or future,

present is just the boring linear aspect

of time

 

by José Ruy Pimentel de Castro

REALITY AND SENSES

The sight:

Who can touch light?

no mass, traveling the universe

It only has meaning to us

because our eyes can transform it

into images of things on which light reflects

What makes it so real?

What if we didn’t have eyes?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all blind

by the same light we think

makes us see

Light is the consequence

of physics laws applied

What is its main component?

The light is what follows

everything that came to existence

What if things that didn’t,

and therefore are not restrict by physics laws,

don’t produce or reflect it?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all blind

by the same light we think

makes us see

 

The hearing:

Who can touch sound?

no mass, traveling the universe

It only has meaning to us

because our ears can transform it

into tunes produced by movement

What makes it so real?

What if we didn’t have ears?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all deaf

by the same sound we think

makes us hear

Sound is the consequence

of physics laws applied

What is its main component?

The sound is what follows

everything that came to existence

What if things that didn’t,

and therefore are not restrict by physics laws,

don’t produce it?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all deaf

by the same sound we think

makes us hear

 

The touch:

And what if we touch?

human feeling, traveling the body

It only has meaning to us

because our nerves can transform stimuli

interpreted somehow by our brain

What makes it so real?

What if we couldn’t really feel?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all frigid

by the same touch we think

makes us feel

Touching is the consequence

of physics laws applied

What is its main component?

The touch is what follows

living creatures that came to existence

What if things that didn’t,

and therefore are not restrict by physics laws,

are not bound to it?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all frigid

by the same touch we think

makes us feel

 

The smell:

And what if we smell?

human feeling, traveling the body

It only has meaning to us

because our nerves can transform stimuli

interpreted somehow by our brain

What makes it so real?

What if we couldn’t really feel?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all anosmic

A consequence of the smelling we think

makes us feel

Smelling is the consequence

of physics laws applied

What is its main component?

Smelling is what follows

living creatures that came to existence

What if things that didn’t,

and therefore are not restrict by physics laws,

are not bound to it?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all anosmic

A consequence of the smelling we think

makes us feel

 

The taste:

And what if we taste?

human feeling, traveling the body

It only has meaning to us

because our nerves can transform stimuli

interpreted somehow by our brain

What makes it so real?

What if we couldn’t really taste?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all ageusic

A consequence of the tasting we think

makes us feel

Tasting is the consequence

of physics laws applied

What is its main component?

Tasting is what follows

living creatures that came to existence

What if things that didn’t,

and therefore are not restrict by physics laws,

are not bound to it?

Deep down…

Deep down inside ourselves…

we are all ageusic

A consequence of the smelling we think

makes us feel

 

Is it our senses what create reality?

Or is it they what interpret it?

Would there be a distinction between

creating or interpreting it?

I humblely think

There are more things to reality, my friend

than are felt by our earthly senses

…

Wise are those who don’t neglect their ethereal soul

Wise are those who die for themselves

Wise are those who think of the eternal goal

…

Jesus said to him, “Because you have seen Me, have you believed? Blessed are they who did not see, and yet believed.” (John 20.29)

My Other Band

This is the releasing video of Igreja do Evangelho Pleno de Jardim Camburi’s (Novo Canto Ministry) first CD. José Ruy Pimentel de Castro (Zé Ruy) actively participated in this CD recording.

IT’S TIME

It’s time to fly higher

What should I do?

It’s time to fly higher

I don’t know what to do

 

What should I do

If the strains I once created

To give me support

Are now suffocating?

 

(Dirty walls and broken window

A ray of light is entering

It’s lying as a dying creature

lost in its sublime moment)

 

I’m choking to death

I can see nobody here

I locked the room from the inside

and threw the keys away

Now I must find my own way out

 

(‘An insect digs

digs with no alarm

holes on the ground

and no escaping trace’)

 

It’s time to fly higher

What should I do?

It’s time to fly higher

I don’t know what to do

 

(The cords are tighter

He wants to open his wings)

 

(‘What’s there to be done, exhausted,

in a blocked country

the embrace of night

roots and ore?’)

 

I must get rid of them

I must get rid of them all

And after the struggle

And the guttural sound

The cords are loose

I can see them fall

 

As I look at the mirror

(the sun is behind him)

There is the form of an angel

…

I open them wide

…

Yes,

Oh Glorious moment

I open them wide

 

…

(If Euclid was here

he would have noticed

The window’s too small

for the creature’s escaping flight)

 

…

(No flowers here, if that’s what you’re looking for)

 

by José Ruy Pimentel de Castro