My words are like a ship, and the sea is their meaning.
Come to me and I will take you to the depths of spirit.
- Rumi
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
The river is flowing
Flowing and growing
The river is flowing
Back to the sea
Mother, carry me,
The child that i'll always be
Mother, carry me
Back to the sea
The river is flowing
Back to the sea
Mother, carry me,
The child that i'll always be
Mother, carry me
Back to the sea
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Play a wish
There is something innocent and magical about making a wish, something that recalls the energy of childhood.
Wishing is not about formulating a plan and following it step by step to attain a goal, which is the realm of adulthood.
Wishing is more like a playful volley across the universe, an invitation to play. Waiting for the response is an integral part of the process.
Wishing inspires an innocent opening to the possibility of magic as we wait to see if the invisible realm will bring our wish to life.
This opening is a beautiful gesture in and of itself, regardless of the outcome.
We place ourselves in a magical mind, and this mind is arguably as wonderful as the fulfillment of our wish itself.
(from DailyOM newsletter)
Wishing is not about formulating a plan and following it step by step to attain a goal, which is the realm of adulthood.
Wishing is more like a playful volley across the universe, an invitation to play. Waiting for the response is an integral part of the process.
Wishing inspires an innocent opening to the possibility of magic as we wait to see if the invisible realm will bring our wish to life.
This opening is a beautiful gesture in and of itself, regardless of the outcome.
We place ourselves in a magical mind, and this mind is arguably as wonderful as the fulfillment of our wish itself.
(from DailyOM newsletter)
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Everything at once
As sly as a fox, as strong as an ox
As fast as a hare, as brave as a bear
As free as a bird, as mean as a word
As quiet as a mouse, as big as a house
Oh oh oh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh all I wanna be
Is everything
As mean as a wolf, as sharp as a tooth
As deep as a bite, as dark as the night
As sweet as a song, as right as a wrong
As long as a road, as ugly as a toad
As pretty as a picture hanging from a fixture
Strong like a family, strong as I wanna be
Bright as day, as light as play
As hard as nails, as grand as a whale
Oh oh oh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh all I wanna be
Is everything
Everything at once
Everything at once
Oh everything at once
As long as the sun, as silly as fun
As cool as a tree, as scary as the sea
As hot as fire, cold as ice
Sweet as sugar and everything nice
As old as time, as straight as a line
As royal as a queen, as buzzed as a bee
As stealth as a tiger, smooth as a glider
Pure as a melody, pure as I wanna be
Oh oh oh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh I wanna be
Is everything
Everything at once
(Lenka - Everything at once)
As fast as a hare, as brave as a bear
As free as a bird, as mean as a word
As quiet as a mouse, as big as a house
Oh oh oh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh all I wanna be
Is everything
As mean as a wolf, as sharp as a tooth
As deep as a bite, as dark as the night
As sweet as a song, as right as a wrong
As long as a road, as ugly as a toad
As pretty as a picture hanging from a fixture
Strong like a family, strong as I wanna be
Bright as day, as light as play
As hard as nails, as grand as a whale
Oh oh oh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh all I wanna be
Is everything
Everything at once
Everything at once
Oh everything at once
As long as the sun, as silly as fun
As cool as a tree, as scary as the sea
As hot as fire, cold as ice
Sweet as sugar and everything nice
As old as time, as straight as a line
As royal as a queen, as buzzed as a bee
As stealth as a tiger, smooth as a glider
Pure as a melody, pure as I wanna be
Oh oh oh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh I wanna be
Oh oh oh ohhhhh I wanna be
Is everything
Everything at once
(Lenka - Everything at once)
Monday, December 5, 2011
Do you see the wonder?
I also thought Santa is just an invention.
Well, of course, some of us, the 'adults' I mean, like to be romantic and we pretend we still beleive in Santa, hoping the magic will happen, eventually.
Or otherwise, we will make it happen, right ? We are grown-ups.
But what happened last evening made me feel like i am a big fake.
I was in this book shop, not a large place, people looking for their books or presents. When i entered, right on the left side, i noticed the big bunch of books, 'christmas-tree' shaped. I said to myself: "oh, what a cool idea to have a 'christmas-tree' shaped bunch of books in a book store. And i moved on, into the store.
At some point, i heard a child voice: he was starting to sing some carols. And in my head i was thinking: "most probably the book store guys told him he will receive a present if he sings a carol".
But no.
When i looked over the shelves, to the voice direction, i was surprised: this lil fellow, 5 y.o., sitting on his knees, in front of a Santa doll, singing this carol to Santa, AS IF the doll was the REAL Santa!!!
And he was so absorbed by his song and the Santa's doll, that his father couldn't pull him out of the store.
So, tell me now: who is the great pretender here?
And I haven't even noticed Santa's doll at the entrance, next to the 'christmas-tree' bunch of books, when i entered the shop.
This makes me think: we only see what we want to see and we only believe what we allow ourselves to believe in...
Well, of course, some of us, the 'adults' I mean, like to be romantic and we pretend we still beleive in Santa, hoping the magic will happen, eventually.
Or otherwise, we will make it happen, right ? We are grown-ups.
But what happened last evening made me feel like i am a big fake.
I was in this book shop, not a large place, people looking for their books or presents. When i entered, right on the left side, i noticed the big bunch of books, 'christmas-tree' shaped. I said to myself: "oh, what a cool idea to have a 'christmas-tree' shaped bunch of books in a book store. And i moved on, into the store.
At some point, i heard a child voice: he was starting to sing some carols. And in my head i was thinking: "most probably the book store guys told him he will receive a present if he sings a carol".
But no.
When i looked over the shelves, to the voice direction, i was surprised: this lil fellow, 5 y.o., sitting on his knees, in front of a Santa doll, singing this carol to Santa, AS IF the doll was the REAL Santa!!!
And he was so absorbed by his song and the Santa's doll, that his father couldn't pull him out of the store.
So, tell me now: who is the great pretender here?
And I haven't even noticed Santa's doll at the entrance, next to the 'christmas-tree' bunch of books, when i entered the shop.
This makes me think: we only see what we want to see and we only believe what we allow ourselves to believe in...
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Unconditional love
They say God will love you, if:
you are good
you are generous
you are humble
you are honest
you are virtuous
you are praying
you are confessing
And so many other "IF"s
My heart tells me God is already loving me.
Unconditionally
you are good
you are generous
you are humble
you are honest
you are virtuous
you are praying
you are confessing
And so many other "IF"s
My heart tells me God is already loving me.
Unconditionally
Love Supreme
Oh it seemed forever stopped today
All the lonely hearts in London
Caught a plane and flew away
And all the best women are married
All the handsome men are gay
You feel deprived
Yeah are you questioning your size?
Is there a tumour in your humour,
Are there bags under your eyes?
Do you leave dents where you sit,
Are you getting on a bit?
Will you survive
You must survive
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
Oh what are you really looking for?
Another partner in your life to
abuse and to adore?
Is it lovey dovey stuff,
Do you need a bit of rough?
Get on your knees
Yeah turn down the love songs that you hear
'Cause you can't avoid the sentiment
That echoes in your ear
Saying love will stop the pain
Saying love will kill the fear
Do you believe
You must believe
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with (ah)
Got my back up
And now she's screaming
So I've got to turn the track up
Sit back and watch the royalties stack up
I know this girl she likes to switch teams
And I'm a fiend but I'm living for a love supreme
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
Come and live a love supreme
Don't let it get you down
Everybody lives for love
All the lonely hearts in London
Caught a plane and flew away
And all the best women are married
All the handsome men are gay
You feel deprived
Yeah are you questioning your size?
Is there a tumour in your humour,
Are there bags under your eyes?
Do you leave dents where you sit,
Are you getting on a bit?
Will you survive
You must survive
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
Oh what are you really looking for?
Another partner in your life to
abuse and to adore?
Is it lovey dovey stuff,
Do you need a bit of rough?
Get on your knees
Yeah turn down the love songs that you hear
'Cause you can't avoid the sentiment
That echoes in your ear
Saying love will stop the pain
Saying love will kill the fear
Do you believe
You must believe
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with (ah)
Got my back up
And now she's screaming
So I've got to turn the track up
Sit back and watch the royalties stack up
I know this girl she likes to switch teams
And I'm a fiend but I'm living for a love supreme
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
Come and live a love supreme
Don't let it get you down
Everybody lives for love
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Do you take the risk ?
To laugh is to risk appearing a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To live is to risk dying,
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow,
But he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or live.
Chained by his servitude he is a slave who has forfeited all freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
The pessimist complains about the wind;
The optimist expects it to change;
And the realist adjusts the sails.
(by William Arthur Ward)
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas and dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To live is to risk dying,
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow,
But he cannot learn, feel, change, grow or live.
Chained by his servitude he is a slave who has forfeited all freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
The pessimist complains about the wind;
The optimist expects it to change;
And the realist adjusts the sails.
(by William Arthur Ward)
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Would you...?
If i would be a bird,
would you fly with me?
If i would be a flower,
would you bloom with me?
If i would be a cloud,
would you rain with me?
If i would be your heart,
would you love me?
would you fly with me?
If i would be a flower,
would you bloom with me?
If i would be a cloud,
would you rain with me?
If i would be your heart,
would you love me?
Friday, November 18, 2011
A child
can always teach an adult three things:
- to be happy for no reason,
- to always be busy with something,
- and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
And a meadow lark sang
The child whispered, "God, speak to me"
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.
So the child yelled, "God, speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
"God let me see you" and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted,
"God show me a miracle!"
And a life was born but the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here!"
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.
(old Hindu poem)
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.
So the child yelled, "God, speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said,
"God let me see you" and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted,
"God show me a miracle!"
And a life was born but the child did not know.
So the child cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here!"
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.
But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.
(old Hindu poem)
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Your body is away from me
But there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
- Rumi
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
- Rumi
Saturday, October 22, 2011
My Soul
Where are you?
Do you hear me?..
I Speak.. I call you.. Are you there?
I have Returned.
I am here again.
I have shaken the dust of all the lands from my feet,
and I have come to you.
I am with you..
After long years, of long wondering,
I have come to you, again.
Should I tell you, everything I have seen?
Experienced? or drank in?
or do you not want to hear,
about the noise of life and the world.
But one thing you must know,
the one thing I have learned,
is that one must live his life..
This life is the way,
the long sought after way,
to the unfamalable which we call divine.
There is no other way.
All other ways, are false paths.
So I found the right way,
to let it let me to you, to my soul.
I’ve returned, tempted and purified.
Do you still know me?
How long, the separation lasted.
Everything has come so different.
And how did I find you?
How strange my journey was.
What words should I use to tell you,
on what twisted path a good star has guided me to you.
Give me your hand,
My almost forgotten soul.
How long, the joy, at seeing you again.
You long disappointed soul.
Life has let me back to you.
Let us thank the life I have lived,
for all the happy, and all the sad hours,
For every joy, for every sadness.
My soul, my journey,
should continue with you..
I will wonder with you,
and ascend to my solitude..”
- C.G. Jung
Do you hear me?..
I Speak.. I call you.. Are you there?
I have Returned.
I am here again.
I have shaken the dust of all the lands from my feet,
and I have come to you.
I am with you..
After long years, of long wondering,
I have come to you, again.
Should I tell you, everything I have seen?
Experienced? or drank in?
or do you not want to hear,
about the noise of life and the world.
But one thing you must know,
the one thing I have learned,
is that one must live his life..
This life is the way,
the long sought after way,
to the unfamalable which we call divine.
There is no other way.
All other ways, are false paths.
So I found the right way,
to let it let me to you, to my soul.
I’ve returned, tempted and purified.
Do you still know me?
How long, the separation lasted.
Everything has come so different.
And how did I find you?
How strange my journey was.
What words should I use to tell you,
on what twisted path a good star has guided me to you.
Give me your hand,
My almost forgotten soul.
How long, the joy, at seeing you again.
You long disappointed soul.
Life has let me back to you.
Let us thank the life I have lived,
for all the happy, and all the sad hours,
For every joy, for every sadness.
My soul, my journey,
should continue with you..
I will wonder with you,
and ascend to my solitude..”
- C.G. Jung
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Woman, walk your own way
“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.”
- Albert Einstein
- Albert Einstein
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Flying high
When you left,
It felt like the love left too.
But when my heart moved up
I could feel that love again.
Like a skylark bird,
I'm flying high
Towards the Sun,
In love again.
With you.
It felt like the love left too.
But when my heart moved up
I could feel that love again.
Like a skylark bird,
I'm flying high
Towards the Sun,
In love again.
With you.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Be crumbled
So wild flowers will come up
Where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.
- Rumi
Where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.
- Rumi
Be silent!
Remove the thorn of existence from the foot of the heart,
So that you may see the gardens within.
- Rumi
So that you may see the gardens within.
- Rumi
I am a circle
And i am healing you.
You are a circle,
And you are healing me.
Together we are strong.
Together we are ONE.
You are a circle,
And you are healing me.
Together we are strong.
Together we are ONE.
Pacha Mama
I wonna be free so free
Like the flowers and the bees.
Like a bird on a tree,
Like a dolphin in the see.
I wonna fly high so high
Like an eagle in the sky.
And when my time has come
I’m gonna lie down and die.
And when my time has come
I’m gonna fly high to the sky.
Pacha Mama, I’m coming home
To the place where I belong.
I wonna be free, be me.
Be the beings that I see.
Not to rise and not to fall,
Being one and loving all.
There’s no high, there’s no low,
There’s no where I can go.
Just inside a little star
Telling me “Be as you are”.
Just inside a little star
Telling me “Be as you are”.
Pacha Mama I’m coming home
To the place where I belong.
Like the flowers and the bees.
Like a bird on a tree,
Like a dolphin in the see.
I wonna fly high so high
Like an eagle in the sky.
And when my time has come
I’m gonna lie down and die.
And when my time has come
I’m gonna fly high to the sky.
Pacha Mama, I’m coming home
To the place where I belong.
I wonna be free, be me.
Be the beings that I see.
Not to rise and not to fall,
Being one and loving all.
There’s no high, there’s no low,
There’s no where I can go.
Just inside a little star
Telling me “Be as you are”.
Just inside a little star
Telling me “Be as you are”.
Pacha Mama I’m coming home
To the place where I belong.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
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Thursday, September 15, 2011
May it be
May it be an evening star shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh how far you are from home
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie utulie
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadow's call will fly away
May it be you journey on to light their day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie utulie
A promise lives within you now
(Enya)
May it be when darkness falls your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh how far you are from home
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie utulie
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadow's call will fly away
May it be you journey on to light their day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utulie
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie utulie
A promise lives within you now
(Enya)
Monday, September 5, 2011
True love will find you in the end
You'll find out just who was your friend
Don’t be sad, I know you will,
But don’t give up until
True love finds you in the end.
This is a promise with a catch
Only if you're looking will it find you
‘Cause true love is searching too
But how can it recognize you
Unless you step out into the light?
But don’t give up until
True love finds you in the end.
Don’t be sad, I know you will,
But don’t give up until
True love finds you in the end.
This is a promise with a catch
Only if you're looking will it find you
‘Cause true love is searching too
But how can it recognize you
Unless you step out into the light?
But don’t give up until
True love finds you in the end.
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Change your heart, look around you
Change your heart, it will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
(James Warren)
Change your heart, it will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
(James Warren)
Friday, September 2, 2011
I have come
To drag you out of yourself
and take you in my heart.
I have come to bring out the beauty in you,
and lift you like a prayer to the sky...
- Rumi
and take you in my heart.
I have come to bring out the beauty in you,
and lift you like a prayer to the sky...
- Rumi
Monday, August 29, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Je t'aime
D'accord, il existait d'autres façons de se quitter
Quelques éclats de verre auraient peut-être pu nous aider
Dans ce silence amer, j'ai décidé de pardonner
Les erreurs qu'on peut faire à trop s'aimer
D'accord la petite fille en moi souvent te réclamait
Presque comme une mère, tu me bordais, me protégeais
Je t'ai volé ce sang qu'on aurait pas dû partager
À bout de mots, de rêves, je vais crier
Je t'aime, Je t'aime
Comme un fou, comme un soldat, comme une star de cinéma
Je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un loup, comme un roi, comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça
D'accord, je t'ai confié tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets
Même ceux, dont seul un frère est le gardien inavoué
Dans cette maison de pierre, satan nous regardait danser
J'ai tant voulu la guerre de corps qui se faisaient la paix
(Lara Fabien)
Quelques éclats de verre auraient peut-être pu nous aider
Dans ce silence amer, j'ai décidé de pardonner
Les erreurs qu'on peut faire à trop s'aimer
D'accord la petite fille en moi souvent te réclamait
Presque comme une mère, tu me bordais, me protégeais
Je t'ai volé ce sang qu'on aurait pas dû partager
À bout de mots, de rêves, je vais crier
Je t'aime, Je t'aime
Comme un fou, comme un soldat, comme une star de cinéma
Je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un loup, comme un roi, comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça
D'accord, je t'ai confié tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets
Même ceux, dont seul un frère est le gardien inavoué
Dans cette maison de pierre, satan nous regardait danser
J'ai tant voulu la guerre de corps qui se faisaient la paix
(Lara Fabien)
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I have nothing
Share my life, take me for what I am
Coz I'll never change all my colors for you
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't want to have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
Well, don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me...
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you.
You see through, right to the heart of me
You break down my walls with the strength of your love
I never knew love like I've known it with you
Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't want to have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
I Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
Your love I'll remember, forever
(Whitney Houston)
Coz I'll never change all my colors for you
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't want to have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
Well, don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me...
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you.
You see through, right to the heart of me
You break down my walls with the strength of your love
I never knew love like I've known it with you
Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't want to have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
I Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide
Your love I'll remember, forever
(Whitney Houston)
Friday, August 19, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
You will find me
Watching the butterflies
In our Secret Garden.
And, baby, those red roses of wisdon
Are still burning the fire of love.
Come again, deep down,
Travel the road less taken.
And when you'll walk your path,
From the head to the heart,
You will find me.
In our Secret Garden.
And, baby, those red roses of wisdon
Are still burning the fire of love.
Come again, deep down,
Travel the road less taken.
And when you'll walk your path,
From the head to the heart,
You will find me.
Come as you are
Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend
As an old memory
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old memory
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
(Nirvana)
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend
As an old memory
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old memory
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
(Nirvana)
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Beyond the wheel
"Time does not free you of karma.
That is a misperception, that if you only spend enough time, eventually you can become free of karma.
Karma renews itself and repeats itself.
The only thing that can free you of karma is the arising of Presence.
At any point in the wheel of karma, Presence can come in.
It can happen to a criminal in prison, condemned to death.
It can happen to somebody who’s never heard of anything spiritual.
It can happen to somebody who’s been meditating for thirty years."
- Eckhart Tolle
That is a misperception, that if you only spend enough time, eventually you can become free of karma.
Karma renews itself and repeats itself.
The only thing that can free you of karma is the arising of Presence.
At any point in the wheel of karma, Presence can come in.
It can happen to a criminal in prison, condemned to death.
It can happen to somebody who’s never heard of anything spiritual.
It can happen to somebody who’s been meditating for thirty years."
- Eckhart Tolle
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The Fire and the Rose are ONE
" And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one. "
- T.S. Eliot
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one. "
- T.S. Eliot
Saturday, July 23, 2011
On my way
For many years i had the feeling that "i'm like a bird, i don't know where my home is..." and tried to make the whole earth "my home"
But today i realized that "my home is my heart"
Indeed, i have been living in my mind for so long time...Time to go back home!
But today i realized that "my home is my heart"
Indeed, i have been living in my mind for so long time...Time to go back home!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Magic
Yesterday, I had the longest ever dream,
That the world was endless with possibilities.
It had me thinking, one should never forget
That there are wonders, we haven’t seen yet.
Seize a chance, follow a dream.
Be yourself, don’t plan and scheme.
For what we do, won’t matter that much.
Puzzles and wonders, mysteries and such.
So calculate and analyze.
My head is spinning from all of those lies.
It had me fooled, a logical mess.
In a time of facts, figures and distress.
Seize a chance, follow a dream.
Be yourself, don’t plan and scheme.
For what we do, won’t matter that much.
Puzzles and wonders, mysteries and such.
W.O.R.L.D. is full of M.A.G.I.C.
That the world was endless with possibilities.
It had me thinking, one should never forget
That there are wonders, we haven’t seen yet.
Seize a chance, follow a dream.
Be yourself, don’t plan and scheme.
For what we do, won’t matter that much.
Puzzles and wonders, mysteries and such.
So calculate and analyze.
My head is spinning from all of those lies.
It had me fooled, a logical mess.
In a time of facts, figures and distress.
Seize a chance, follow a dream.
Be yourself, don’t plan and scheme.
For what we do, won’t matter that much.
Puzzles and wonders, mysteries and such.
W.O.R.L.D. is full of M.A.G.I.C.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Here it is
Here is your crown
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.
Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your love
For all of this.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.
Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.
Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.
And here is the night,
The night has begun;
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.
And here is the dawn,
(Until death do us part);
And here is your death,
In your daughter’s heart.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.
And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That it’s all built upon.
Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.
(Leonard Cohen)
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.
Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your love
For all of this.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.
Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.
Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.
And here is the night,
The night has begun;
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.
And here is the dawn,
(Until death do us part);
And here is your death,
In your daughter’s heart.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.
And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That it’s all built upon.
Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.
(Leonard Cohen)
Don't think of me
so you're with her
not with me
I hope she's sweet
and so pretty
I hear she cooks delightfully
a little angel beside you
so you're with her
not with me
oh how lucky
one man can be
I hear your house is smart and clean
oh how lovely with your homecoming queen
oh how lovely it must be
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
so you're with her
not with me
I know she spreads sweet honey
in fact your best friend I heard he spent
last night with her
now how do you feel, how do you feel?
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
does it bother you now all the mess I made
does it bother you now, the clothes you told me not to wear
does it bother you now all the angry games we played
does it bother you now when im not the-re
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me...
(Dido)
not with me
I hope she's sweet
and so pretty
I hear she cooks delightfully
a little angel beside you
so you're with her
not with me
oh how lucky
one man can be
I hear your house is smart and clean
oh how lovely with your homecoming queen
oh how lovely it must be
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
so you're with her
not with me
I know she spreads sweet honey
in fact your best friend I heard he spent
last night with her
now how do you feel, how do you feel?
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
does it bother you now all the mess I made
does it bother you now, the clothes you told me not to wear
does it bother you now all the angry games we played
does it bother you now when im not the-re
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me...
(Dido)
See you when you're 40
I've driven round in circles for three hours
It was bound to happen that I'd end up at your
I temporarily forgot there's better days to come
I thought that I would give it just one more chance
Cos' I want, tonight, what I've been waiting for
But I found, tonight, what I'd been warned about
You think that you are complicated, deep mystery to all
Well it's taken me a while to see, you're not so special
All energy no meaning, with a lot of words
So paper thin that one real feeling, could knock you down
And I've seen, tonight, what I'd been warned about
I'm gonna leave, tonight, before I change my mind
So see me when your 40, lost and all alone
being comforted by strangers you'll never need to know
not sad because you lost me
but sad because you thought it was cool to be sad
You think misery will make you stand apart from the crowd
well if you had walked past me today I wouldn't have picked you out
I wouldn't have picked you out
now I've seen, tonight, how I could waste my time
and I'll be on my way, and I won't be back
cos I've seen, tonight, what I've been warned about
your just a boy, not a man, and I'm not coming back
(Dido)
It was bound to happen that I'd end up at your
I temporarily forgot there's better days to come
I thought that I would give it just one more chance
Cos' I want, tonight, what I've been waiting for
But I found, tonight, what I'd been warned about
You think that you are complicated, deep mystery to all
Well it's taken me a while to see, you're not so special
All energy no meaning, with a lot of words
So paper thin that one real feeling, could knock you down
And I've seen, tonight, what I'd been warned about
I'm gonna leave, tonight, before I change my mind
So see me when your 40, lost and all alone
being comforted by strangers you'll never need to know
not sad because you lost me
but sad because you thought it was cool to be sad
You think misery will make you stand apart from the crowd
well if you had walked past me today I wouldn't have picked you out
I wouldn't have picked you out
now I've seen, tonight, how I could waste my time
and I'll be on my way, and I won't be back
cos I've seen, tonight, what I've been warned about
your just a boy, not a man, and I'm not coming back
(Dido)
Waiting for a miracle
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
It's only fear
Pretty, pretty on the fence,
In your pretty moment of innocence,
You do not see that I see inside,
The quiet heart you're trying to hide.
Don't hold your head too high,
Don't be afraid to cry,
Because you know my dear, it's only fear, it's only fear,
Yes my dear,
Do you hear,
It's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
Yes it's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
Keeps you locked in here.
Now you may believe you are so bright,
And you may not see how they confine your sight,
And maybe you wake up late at night,
Wondering why you feel so tired,
Well my dear, let me tell you now,
Do you hear,
It's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
Yes it's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
Yes it's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
That keeps you locked in here.
In your pretty moment of innocence,
You do not see that I see inside,
The quiet heart you're trying to hide.
Don't hold your head too high,
Don't be afraid to cry,
Because you know my dear, it's only fear, it's only fear,
Yes my dear,
Do you hear,
It's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
Yes it's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
Keeps you locked in here.
Now you may believe you are so bright,
And you may not see how they confine your sight,
And maybe you wake up late at night,
Wondering why you feel so tired,
Well my dear, let me tell you now,
Do you hear,
It's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
Yes it's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
Yes it's only fear, only fear, it's only fear,
That keeps you locked in here.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Smile
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
- Nat King Cole
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
- Nat King Cole
Nici prea prea, nici foarte foarte
Adica 'mediocru'.
Dar ce te faci cu ceilalti 'mediocrii' care te privesc intodeauna de sus, de la 'inaltimea' mediocritatii lor, si aerul rarefiat al acestor inaltimi ii face sa isi dea aere ?
Mda. Mediocra intrebare.
Mai bine ma facea mama geniu. Pustiu.
Macar asa n-aveam nici un dubiu. Nici eu, nici altii.
Sau macar sa ma fi facut idioata: traiam cu convingerea ca sunt un geniu !
Dar ce te faci cu ceilalti 'mediocrii' care te privesc intodeauna de sus, de la 'inaltimea' mediocritatii lor, si aerul rarefiat al acestor inaltimi ii face sa isi dea aere ?
Mda. Mediocra intrebare.
Mai bine ma facea mama geniu. Pustiu.
Macar asa n-aveam nici un dubiu. Nici eu, nici altii.
Sau macar sa ma fi facut idioata: traiam cu convingerea ca sunt un geniu !
Dust if you must
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more dust!
- Rose Milligan
Dust if you must, but there's not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more dust!
- Rose Milligan
Monday, May 30, 2011
White flag
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on...
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
(Dido)
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on...
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
(Dido)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Now be silent
Let the One who creates the words speak.
He made the door.
He made the lock.
He also made the key.
- Rumi
He made the door.
He made the lock.
He also made the key.
- Rumi
Diamonds and Rust
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
My hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
Oh and you brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You are always so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all coming back too clearly
Oh I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid...
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
My hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
Oh and you brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You are always so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all coming back too clearly
Oh I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
That's life
That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say
You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said that's life (that's life), and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die
My, my!
(D. K. Thompson, K. Gordon)
You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said that's life (that's life), and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die
My, my!
(D. K. Thompson, K. Gordon)
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Misunderstanding
A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying copies, and not the original books.
So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there was an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies. The head monk says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
So, he goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original. Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. He hears sobbing coming from the back of the cellar and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks what's wrong.
"The word is 'celebrate' not celibate," says the old monk with tears in his eyes.
So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there was an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies. The head monk says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
So, he goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original. Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. He hears sobbing coming from the back of the cellar and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks what's wrong.
"The word is 'celebrate' not celibate," says the old monk with tears in his eyes.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
It's there but i cannot see it
" It doesn't matter what anybody else is doing with their vibration, it only matters what you are doing. You cannot desire something—and notice that it isn't coming—without offering two contradictory vibrations that won't let it come. "
--- Abraham
--- Abraham
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Palace of Art
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
I said, "O Soul, make merry and carouse,
Dear soul, for all is well".
A huge crag-platform, smooth as burnish'd brass,
I chose. The ranged ramparts bright
From level meadow-bases of deep grass
Suddenly scaled the light.
Thereon I built it firm. Of ledge or shelf
The rock rose clear, or winding stair.
My soul would live alone unto herself
In her high palace there.
And "while the world runs round and round,"
I said, "Reign thou apart, a quiet king,
Still as, while Saturn whirls, his stedfast shade
Sleeps on his luminous ring."
To which my soul made answer readily:
"Trust me, in bliss I shall abide
In this great mansion, that is built for me,
So royal-rich and wide"
- Alfred Tennyson
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
I said, "O Soul, make merry and carouse,
Dear soul, for all is well".
A huge crag-platform, smooth as burnish'd brass,
I chose. The ranged ramparts bright
From level meadow-bases of deep grass
Suddenly scaled the light.
Thereon I built it firm. Of ledge or shelf
The rock rose clear, or winding stair.
My soul would live alone unto herself
In her high palace there.
And "while the world runs round and round,"
I said, "Reign thou apart, a quiet king,
Still as, while Saturn whirls, his stedfast shade
Sleeps on his luminous ring."
To which my soul made answer readily:
"Trust me, in bliss I shall abide
In this great mansion, that is built for me,
So royal-rich and wide"
- Alfred Tennyson
Monday, April 25, 2011
Story-maker
"It's my nature to make up stories, to interpret everything I perceive. Without awareness, I give my personal power to the story, and the story writes itself. With awareness, I recover the control of my story. I see that I am the author, and if I don't like my story, I change it."
- Don Miguel Ruiz
- Don Miguel Ruiz
Monday, April 18, 2011
If you can't go to sleep
my dear soul
for tonight
what do you think will happen?
if you pass your night
and merge it with dawn
for the sake of heart
what do you think will happen?
if the entire world
is covered with the blossoms
you have labored to plant
what do you think will happen?
if the elixir of life
that has been hidden in the dark
fills the desert and towns
what do you think will happen?
if because of
your generosity and love
a few humans find their lives
what do you think will happen?
if you pour an entire jar
filled with joyous wine
on the head of those already drunk
what do you think will happen?
go my friend
bestow your love
even on your enemies
if you touch their hearts
what do you think will happen?
- Rumi
for tonight
what do you think will happen?
if you pass your night
and merge it with dawn
for the sake of heart
what do you think will happen?
if the entire world
is covered with the blossoms
you have labored to plant
what do you think will happen?
if the elixir of life
that has been hidden in the dark
fills the desert and towns
what do you think will happen?
if because of
your generosity and love
a few humans find their lives
what do you think will happen?
if you pour an entire jar
filled with joyous wine
on the head of those already drunk
what do you think will happen?
go my friend
bestow your love
even on your enemies
if you touch their hearts
what do you think will happen?
- Rumi
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I’m coming home
I’m coming home,
Tell the World I’m coming home.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming...
Tell the World I’m coming home.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming...
Friday, April 8, 2011
An old Celtic blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Celtic prayer
May God give you…
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Are you still carying your parent's burdens...?
"Most parents, when they see children not terrorized by the things that terrorize them, they work very hard until they've finally got you terrorized. They teach you those irrational fears. Well-meaning, but they do just the same."
- Abraham-Hicks
- Abraham-Hicks
Pendant que tu attends le cataclysme
moi, je souris aux fleurs
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je laisse le vent caresser mes cheveux
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je ferme les yeux et ecoute les oiseaux
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je jette des caillous dans l'eau
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je m'achette des dessous sexi
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je danse aux anges
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, j'escris mes reves dans mon blog
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je t'aime....
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je laisse le vent caresser mes cheveux
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je ferme les yeux et ecoute les oiseaux
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je jette des caillous dans l'eau
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je m'achette des dessous sexi
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je danse aux anges
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, j'escris mes reves dans mon blog
pendant que tu attends le cataclysme,
moi, je t'aime....
Saturday, April 2, 2011
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt—
But that it’s alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking—
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.
- Mary Rita Schilke Korzan
And I wanted to paint another.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You kissed me good-night
And I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt—
But that it’s alright to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You smiled
And it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking—
I looked . . .
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn’t looking.
- Mary Rita Schilke Korzan
Friday, April 1, 2011
Par toi meme
"Beaucoup joue un role dans la vie, en se cachant derriere un personnage, a travers la mise en scène d un spectacle, portant comme titre la société.
Lache prise de l apparence exterieur, médite en toi même, trouve la verité de ton jeu et deviens JE par toi meme."
Maechler Thierry
Lache prise de l apparence exterieur, médite en toi même, trouve la verité de ton jeu et deviens JE par toi meme."
Maechler Thierry
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Your golden heart is with mine
You forgot to take it back, when you left.
I shall take care of it, untill you return.
And then give it back to you.
I cannot imagine how can someone live without his heart...
I shall take care of it, untill you return.
And then give it back to you.
I cannot imagine how can someone live without his heart...
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Poor soul
"Poor soul, right at the centre of your sinful body, slave to its rebellious worldliness, ever attacking you. Why do you dwindle away inside, suffering starvation, while decorating your outside walls with such expensive paint? Why such expenditure when the lease on your crumbling mansion is so short? Are you doing it so that worms can inherit this excess and eat up what you've spent? Is that the purpose of your body? Instead, live on by starving your body and let it dwindle away while you enrich yourself. Gain spiritual wealth by discarding worthless worldly things. Feed the inner self and allow your body to be poor. In that way you'll eat up death, that feeds on men, and once death is dead there will be no more dying."
- Shakespeare (Sonet 146)
- Shakespeare (Sonet 146)
Friday, February 18, 2011
The world is not enough
I know how to hurt
I know how to heal
I know what to show
And what to conceal
I know when to talk
And I know when to touch
No-one ever die from wanting to much
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start...my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart...my love
People like us
Know how to survive
There's no point in living
If you can't feel the life
We know when to kiss
And we know when to kill
If we can't have it all
Then nobody will
I feel safe
I feel scared
I feel ready
And yet unprepared
The world is not enough
No nowhere near enough...
I know how to heal
I know what to show
And what to conceal
I know when to talk
And I know when to touch
No-one ever die from wanting to much
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start...my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart...my love
People like us
Know how to survive
There's no point in living
If you can't feel the life
We know when to kiss
And we know when to kill
If we can't have it all
Then nobody will
I feel safe
I feel scared
I feel ready
And yet unprepared
The world is not enough
No nowhere near enough...
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I know the story of your heart
“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.
“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”
“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”
“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”
“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”
“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”
“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”
“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you’re thinking about life and about the world.”
“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”
“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.
“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”
“Every second of the search is an encounter with God,” the boy told his heart.
“Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,” his heart said. “We, people’s hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them—the path to their destinies, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out indeed, to be threatening place.
“So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won’t be heard: we don’t want people to suffer because they don’t follow their hearts.”
- Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist)
“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”
“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”
“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”
“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”
“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”
“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”
“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you’re thinking about life and about the world.”
“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”
“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.
“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”
“Every second of the search is an encounter with God,” the boy told his heart.
“Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,” his heart said. “We, people’s hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them—the path to their destinies, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out indeed, to be threatening place.
“So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won’t be heard: we don’t want people to suffer because they don’t follow their hearts.”
- Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist)
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Why sometimes people act absurd
"People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls."
- Carl Jung
- Carl Jung
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Fooling myself
"- I can’t believe it – says Alice.
- Can’t believe it? – the Queen repeats with a sad look on her face. – Try again: take a deep breath, close your eyes, and believe.
Alice laughs:
- It’s no good trying. Only fools believe that impossible things can happen.
- I think what you need is a little training – answers the Queen. – When I was your age I would practice at least half an hour a day, right after breakfast, I tried very hard to imagine five or six unbelievable things that could cross my path, and today I see that most of the things I imagined have turned real, I even became a Queen because of that."
- Lewis Caroll (Alice in wonderworld)
- Can’t believe it? – the Queen repeats with a sad look on her face. – Try again: take a deep breath, close your eyes, and believe.
Alice laughs:
- It’s no good trying. Only fools believe that impossible things can happen.
- I think what you need is a little training – answers the Queen. – When I was your age I would practice at least half an hour a day, right after breakfast, I tried very hard to imagine five or six unbelievable things that could cross my path, and today I see that most of the things I imagined have turned real, I even became a Queen because of that."
- Lewis Caroll (Alice in wonderworld)
Signs...
"Every human being should know two languages: the language of society and the language of signs. One serves to communicate with other people, the other serves to understand God´s messages."
- Paulo Coelho
- Paulo Coelho
Sunday, January 30, 2011
What strange beings we are!
“That sitting in Hell at the bottom of the dark, we are afraid of our own immortality!”
- Rumi
- Rumi
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wild and wonderful
I did not come to plant seeds of the body.
I did not come to do what has already been done millions of times, even by me.
I am here that others may peer into the stone and see light. I am here to sing a wordless song, confusing, entrancing, prickling - until each hears his own inner song.
Until each hears the magnificent roar of divinity in a single blade of grass.
Oh how wondrous is the mundane. Each of the trillions of leaves is a masterpiece.
The everyday is a tapestry of miracle evolving out of miracle evolving out of miracle.
I am here to delight in life, to allow my smile of satisfaction to tantalize others so that they too will want to try the bread I am eating.
I have preached all of my life and no one has heard. But now I myself begin to hear.
I am my only audience when I sing and dance. How wild and wonderful.
My fragrance tickles the nostrils when I am gone.
- Jeru Kabbal
I did not come to do what has already been done millions of times, even by me.
I am here that others may peer into the stone and see light. I am here to sing a wordless song, confusing, entrancing, prickling - until each hears his own inner song.
Until each hears the magnificent roar of divinity in a single blade of grass.
Oh how wondrous is the mundane. Each of the trillions of leaves is a masterpiece.
The everyday is a tapestry of miracle evolving out of miracle evolving out of miracle.
I am here to delight in life, to allow my smile of satisfaction to tantalize others so that they too will want to try the bread I am eating.
I have preached all of my life and no one has heard. But now I myself begin to hear.
I am my only audience when I sing and dance. How wild and wonderful.
My fragrance tickles the nostrils when I am gone.
- Jeru Kabbal
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Awakening...
“The great aim of every human being is to understand the meaning of total love. Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with.”
- Paulo Coelho (11 minutes)
- Paulo Coelho (11 minutes)
Manataka
Walk on a rainbow trail;
walk on a trail of song,
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
Over a rainbow trail
walk on a trail of song,
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
Over a rainbow trail
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The world we knew
Over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Once when you walked beside me
That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew
When we two were in love
And every bright neon sign turned into stars
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours
Each road that we took turned into gold
But the dream was too much for you to hold
Now over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Days when you used to love me
And every bright neon sign turned into stars
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours
Each road that we took, it turned into gold
But the dream was too much for you to hold
Now over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Days when you used to love me
Over and over i keep going over the world we knew...
- Frank Sinatra
Once when you walked beside me
That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew
When we two were in love
And every bright neon sign turned into stars
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours
Each road that we took turned into gold
But the dream was too much for you to hold
Now over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Days when you used to love me
And every bright neon sign turned into stars
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours
Each road that we took, it turned into gold
But the dream was too much for you to hold
Now over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Days when you used to love me
Over and over i keep going over the world we knew...
- Frank Sinatra
Monday, January 17, 2011
Shape of my heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Sleep well, my beauty
"There are three kinds of people in the world, those who are asleep, those who are stirring, and those who are awake.
If you try to wake up the sleeping person he will just mumble and go back to sleep. If you wake up the stirring person he will wake up just long enough to curse you and then go back to sleep.
Instead of trying to wake them up, if you come across someone who is asleep or stirring what you should do is, fluff their pillow, tuck them in, and kiss them on the forehead.
The important joy for those who are awake is to seek each other out, connect with others who are awake, talk, sing and celebrate together.
This will create a groundswell of awareness. As this groundswell increases and spreads out, it will awaken the stirring and will begin to stir those who are still sleeping."
-Buckminster Fuller
If you try to wake up the sleeping person he will just mumble and go back to sleep. If you wake up the stirring person he will wake up just long enough to curse you and then go back to sleep.
Instead of trying to wake them up, if you come across someone who is asleep or stirring what you should do is, fluff their pillow, tuck them in, and kiss them on the forehead.
The important joy for those who are awake is to seek each other out, connect with others who are awake, talk, sing and celebrate together.
This will create a groundswell of awareness. As this groundswell increases and spreads out, it will awaken the stirring and will begin to stir those who are still sleeping."
-Buckminster Fuller
Sunday, January 2, 2011
One of us is wrong
And i hope it's me.
As if I am wrong, all that we lose is a fantasy in my head. Just an imaginary perfect happiness.
But if you are wrong, then we lose everything we had and could possibly ever have. We lose the deeper sense of Us.
As if I am wrong, all that we lose is a fantasy in my head. Just an imaginary perfect happiness.
But if you are wrong, then we lose everything we had and could possibly ever have. We lose the deeper sense of Us.
Bright angel
You've covered your light with darkness, so that they cannot see your beauty and follow you into the Truth.
And now they only see the dark surface, and call you Death.
And now they only see the dark surface, and call you Death.
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