Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Dreamcatcher

Now I know why i love feathers so much: I used to be a dreamcatcher in a past life :)

And this would also explain why I dream...eyes wide open !

Unforgettable

Unforgettable, that's what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more

Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that's how you'll stay
That's why, darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too...

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Leben/Life

I feel you...
in every stone
in every leaf of every tree
you've ever grown


I feel you...
in everything
in every river that might flow
in every seed you might have sown

I feel you...
in every vein
in every beating of my heart
each breath I take
[in every breath i'll ever take]

I feel you...
anyway...
in every tear that i might shed
in every word i've never said

I feel you...

Amnesya

Maybe you don't remember me and that's why you talk to me like to a stranger.
But I remember you.

How could I forget ?

Today I woke up

and I was everything I wanted to be.

I forgave myself of everything that had ever made me feel ashamed.
I loved everyone everywhere… even those who hurt me.
I sent love to those who have lost their way.
I wasn’t afraid… of anything anymore.

I realized… I was endowed with all the power of the Universe,
to think… to feel… and create, and to love all that I have created.
I reveled… in the realization that this… is the sum total of all I have intended for myself to date.

I realized… that right NOW is the only moment there ever really is, was, or will be.
I knew… that all my past, except what was good, was gone.
I made a pact with myself never to forget… to hold this feeling as if it were a little child… for indeed, it was."


- Daniel Votino

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Role-play

When we are used to play the roles so many times, we might end up forgetting ourselves and identifiying with those roles. And as we play again and again, we become more and more addicted to those roles and our ego grows up feeded by the role's succes and admiration of the others.

And when, one day, something special happens that makes us forget about the acting and we realize that we are not those roles, that very moment we feel released and light like a plum, lifted on the cloud nine.

But the next day our ego fights back because it knows it is about to lose its acting identity and makes us confused, not knowing WHO we are anymore...

Now, the question is: do you want to dissipate confusion or you want to find out who you really are...?

I bet your ego will help you dissipate confusion in the easyest and only way it knows: by nominating you for the Oscar and making you so proud of your roles.

In oglinda

Cred ca ne este dat sa vedem greselile celorlalti nu pentru ca ego-ul nostru sa se umfle in pene si sa se simtim 'superiori' in cazul in care noi nu am comis (inca) acea greseala si nici pentru a folosi acest lucru drept scuza pentru greselile noastre similare, ci pur si simplu pentru a ne recunoaste propriile greseli si pentru a le putea corecta.

We hurt the most

...the ones we love the most.

Maybe because we've been through sorrow in our life and when love shows, our pain-body is so much affraid of dying that it will start use whatever means it finds in order to keep itself feeding and growing the sadness.

And whose pain is the most tasty if not the pain of the ones we love the most ???

I'm not gonna feed this pain-body with my 'sorry for you' feeling anymore.
No more tears, my love. I promise.

Soulmate

Incompatible, it don't matter though
'cos someone's bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
You're not easy to find

Is it possible Mr. Loveable
Is already in my life?
Right in front of me
Or maybe you're in disguise

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone

Here we are again, circles never end
How do I find the perfect fit
There's enough for everyone
But I'm still waiting in line

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone


Most relationships seem so transitory
They're all good but not the permanent one

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Pocket full of sunshine

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.

I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me.
Do anything you can to control me.
Oh, no.


There's a place that I go,
But nobody knows.
Where the rivers flow,
And I call it home.

And there's no more lies.
In the darkness, there's light.
And nobody cries.
There's only butterflies.

Take me away: A secret place.
A sweet escape: Take me away.
Take me away to better days.
Take me away: A higher place.

The sun is on my side.
Take me for a ride.
I smile up to the sky.
I know I'll be all right.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Zebra

I can be loud man, I can be silent
I could be young man or I could be old.
I can be a gentleman, I can be violent.
I could turn hot man or I can be cold.
I could be just like the calm before the storm both,
Waiting for all hell yeah to break loose.
I could be innocent or I could be guilty
Doesn't mean that I don't believe in no noose

So I'm singin'

I could be rich like a wandering Gypsy
I could be poor like a fat wallet lost.
I could be first man or I could come last
It's not who breaks the ribbon boy it's how you get across.
I could be red blue black and white sunset
Or darkest at day boy or brightest at night
I could be the sun man I could be the moon
I'm made up from the stars boy I shining so bright.

So I'm singin'

I could be asleep boy, or I could be awake
I can be alive and a be the walking dead
I can be ignorant, or I could be informed (Yes sir)
I could lead my life man or I could be led (That's right)
I can be anything I put my mind to boy
All I gotta do is give myself half a chance
I can bring love back into my life
And share it with the world if I got some balance

So I'm singin'

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Six blind men

I asked myself several times if is it there one/objective truth or rather several/subjective truths...?

Many times i had the feeling that each person's "truth" is true and valid. Somehow.
But, on the other hand, something was fishy in Denmark. However, I couldn't just delcare "oh, boy, you are so wrong!".

I agree, there might be different perspectives on a fact, but on its very essence that fact is only one.

The story below might help understand what i am trying to say here :)

Six blind men encounter an elephant – although how they knew that it was an elephant the story does not recount. The first touches its trunk and says that an elephant is like a palm tree, another touches its side and says that an elephant is like a rough wall. Another feels its tail and says that an elephant is like a piece of rope. Each comes into contact with a different part of the elephant and is convinced that their own explanation is correct and that the others are wrong.

None of them realises that they are all experiencing just one part of the same elephant and that none of their explanations are complete.

Death

"Death is a stripping away of all that is not you.
The secret of life is to "die before you die" --- and find that there is no death."

- Eckhart Tolle

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Past, Present and Future

"The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be."


so true...

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Si tu ne m'aimes pas

Moi, je t'aime!

Et si je t'aime
Prends garde de toi !


:))

p.s. multumim Angela Gheorghiu pentru minunatul concert din aceasta seara

Friday, September 18, 2009

Together

We are rather complimenting each other, not complementing.
Simply because we already are complete :)

And our uniqueness makes each of us different sui generis, complimenting each other for it.

How wonderful this can be !!!! :))

Unwritten

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning,
The pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We`ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can`t live that way ...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Sfatul zilei

"Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says "Oh Crap, She's up!"

Eu cand citesc chestia asta am in minte imaginea unei femei constienta de personalitatea ei, echilibrata, inteligenta, detasata de ego, lipsita de frustrari si/sau atasamente, tot timpul cu zambetul pe buze, careia nu ii este teama de responsabilitati, plina de compasiune si rabdare, increzatoare in ea insasi si fara prejudecati fata de ceilalti.

Ei, acum, cum sa nu il apuce tremuriciul pe necuratul cand are de-a face cu o astfel de femeie pe care nu o poate pacali asa ushor prin metodele lui clasice ce sapa la baza increderii de sine, inoculeaza sentimente de vina si/sau teama, frustrare, ura, angoasa, invidie, gelozie, depresie, neputinta...etc ???!!!

saraku...mi-e mila de el
o sa ramana shomer :)))

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Meditating on the meditation

What is meditation ?
That's a good question.

It's more simple to say what's NOT meditation: 'the idea that you are doing a meditation can be quite an obstacle.'

"It's not a doing, it's a realization that you are...Not who you are...but the simple fact that you are. "


Stillness of mind...

To paraphrase this beautiful song of Lenny Cravitz - stillness of heart - I will say that 'all that I want, is stillness of mind'...

I've always had a restless mind, always questioning, always interrogating...investigating, wondering and doubting.

And what if what i am looking for on this endless journey is actually ... the stillness ??? :)
The space between words or the pause between thoughts...

I'll try to remember this wisdom quote from Eckhard Tolle:
"When you lose touch with inner stillness, you lose touch with yourself."

Thursday, September 10, 2009

More or less

"Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I most need it."

- Chinese proverb

Shine on you crazy diamond (2)

Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph,
and sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!


- Pink Floyd

Shine on you crazy diamond (1)

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the cross fire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger,
you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Treatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter,
you piper, you prisoner, and shine!



- Pink Floyd

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Reader

In ultima vreme, atunci cand trec prin zona Foisorului de Foc - mai precis la intersectia cu Pache Protopopescu - undeva pe un coltz de trotuar, la 2 metrii de nebunia traficului, langa un chiosc cu flori, vad aproape de fiecare data un batran (nu stiu ce varsta are, dar pare trecut de 65 de ani...) citind.
Sta asezat pe o dala smulsa din bordura, cu o carte veche in mana, luminat de panourile publicitare uriase.
Uneori ajung in acel loc seara tarziu, dupa ora 9, cand pulsul nebun al orasului se mai domoleste si imaginea acestui om, imbracat saracacios (la o prima vedere ai zice ca e un om al strazii) dar care e atat de absorbit de ceea ce citeste, pare rupta de realitate.

Aseara mi s-a parut atat de supra-realista imaginea ca mintea mea l-a comparat cu Dumnezeu care citea din Cartea Vietii...

L-O-V-E

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two...

The way I Are

Me + Myself + I = You

:) :) :)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Africa calling...

...and when you travel to Africa, I shall be already there - waiting for you

you will find my strength on the elephant's body...you will see my grace on cheetah motion...you will seaze my depths on the falling waters...and my freedom on the eagle flight...
my thurst on the rain drops...and my glory on the dust

and my soul will be like a prayer on the monk's lips...
and i will be lost in the Ocean... like a fish swimming in a school...

when the wind will caress your face at the dawn, you will know that was my kiss on your forehead...

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Cycle of Life

"Feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone to marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow"…

I'll find my way home

You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
I'll say I can't tell you when
But if my spirit is lost
How will I find what is near
Don't question I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home

My sun shall rise in the east
So shall my heart be at peace
And if you're asking me when
I'll say it starts at the end
You know your will to be free
Is matched with love secretly
And talk will alter your prayer
Somehow you'll find you are there.

Your friend is close by your side
And speaks in far ancient tongue
A seasons wish will come true
All seasons begin with you
One world we all come from
One world we melt into one
Just hold my hand and we're there
Somehow we're going somewhere
Somehow we're going somewhere...

- Jon&Vangelis

You won't see me cry

“Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.”

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I'm growing old...

"It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Inspiration

"Love has been the inspirer of all great deeds, the leader towards every ideal: love of God, love of man, love of woman, love of child, love of country, love of life. It wings our feet, doubles our courage, our energy. It throws light into darkness, spreads glamour over the meanest world."

- Queen Marie of Romania

Showman

“The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room.”

- American Gangster

A candle in the dark

I have my inner demons to fight with...and the dark night of my soul is so deep...I lost myself in it.

A candle was lighted to help me see what i am facing.

In return, I lighted a candle for you...

Ce bine ca esti

Ce mirare ca sunt.

Du-ma, fericire, in sus, ┼či izbeste-mi
tampla de stele, pana cand
lumea mea prelunga si in nesfarsire
se face coloana sau altceva
mult mai inalt si mult mai curand...

- Nichita Stanescu