Sunday, December 30, 2012

I am lost

I've gone to look for myself.
If I should return before I get back , please ask me to wait.

(author unknown)

Sometimes, you find yourself

In the middle of nowhere.
And sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself...

(author unknown)

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

I am one of the searchers

There are, I believe, millions of us.
We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content.
We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand.
We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well.
Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter.
To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we love and want to be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give.
We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

 ~James Kavanaugh

Monday, November 26, 2012

Shine bright like a diamond

Find light in the beautiful sea
I choose to be happy
You and I, you and I
We're like diamonds in the sky

You're a shooting star I see
A vision of ecstasy
When you hold me, I'm alive
We're like diamonds in the sky

I knew that we'd become one right away
Oh right away
At first sight I left the energy of sun rays
I saw the life inside your eyes

So shine bright, tonight you and I
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Eye to eye, so alive
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Shine bright like a diamond
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Palms rise to the universe
As we moonshine and molly
Feel the warmth we'll never die
We're like diamonds in the sky

You're a shooting star I see
A vision of ecstasy
When you hold me, I'm alive
We're like diamonds in the sky

At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays
I saw the life inside your eyes

So shine bright, tonight you and I
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Eye to eye, so alive
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Shine bright like a diamond
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky


Sunday, November 18, 2012

I think we risk

Becoming the best informed society that has ever died of ignorance.

- Reuben Blades

Friday, November 9, 2012

Let me love you

Much as you blame yourself, you can't be blamed for the way you feel
Had no example of a love, that was even remotely real
How can you understand something that you never had
Ooh baby if you let me, I can help you out with all of that

Boy let me love you
And I will love you
Until you learn to love yourself
Boy let me love you
And all your trouble
Don't be afraid, boy let me help
Boy let me love you
And I will love you
Until you learn to love yourself
Boy let me love you
A heart of numbness, gets brought to life
I'll take you there

I can see the pain behind your eyes
It's been there for quite a while
I just wanna be the one to remind what it is to smile
I would like to show you what true love can really do

Boy let me love you baby
Boy let me love you
For every heart that beats

(adaptation of "Let me love you - until you learn to love yourself"  Ne-Yo)

Beneath your beautiful

You tell all the boys no
Makes you feel good yeah
I know you're out of my league
But that won't scare me way out no
You've carried on so long
You couldn't stop if you tried it
You've built your wall so high
That no one could climb it
But i'm gonna try

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful
Would you let me see beneath your perfect
Take it off now girl, take it off now girl
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight

You let all the girls go
Makes you feel good, don't it?
Behind your Broadway show
I heard a voice say please don't hurt me
You've carried on so long
You couldn't stop if you tried it
You've built your wall so high
That no one could climb it
But i'm gonna try

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful
Would you let me see beneath your perfect
Take it off now boy, take it off now boy
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight
Ohhh, Tonight

See beneath, See beneath,

I'm gonna climb on top of your ivory tower
I'll hold your hand and you'll, you'll jump right out
We'll be falling, falling
But that's okay
Cause I'll be right here
I just wanna love

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful
Would you let me see beneath your perfect
Take it off now girl, take it off now girl
Cause I wanna see you say
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight
Tonight, see beneath your beautiful
Oh tonight, we ain't perfect, we ain't perfect
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight

(Labrinth featuring Emeli Sande)

Saturday, November 3, 2012

For I am the first and the last

I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.

I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.

I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
Why, you who hate me, do you love me,
and hate those who love me?

You who deny me, confess me, and you who confess me, deny me.
You who tell the truth about me, lie about me,
and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.
You who know me, be ignorant of me,
and those who have not known me, let them know me.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shame and boldness.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.

- The Thunder, Perfect Mind (Nag Hammadi Library)

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Don't be fooled

By my beauty.
The light of my face comes from the candle of my spirit.

- Rumi

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Don't move that way

Don't move the way fear makes you move.

Move the way love makes you move.
Move the way joy makes you move.

- Osho

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Bring it back

They say you go back to all those places where pieces of your soul were lost..

Go out there and bring it back home.
Be whole again.

Friday, September 14, 2012

We deny our own beauty

Because others can’t or won’t recognise it. Instead of accepting ourselves as we are, we try to imitate what we see around us.
We try to be what other people think of as ‘pretty’ and, little by little, our soul fades, our will weakens, and all the potential we had to make the world a more beautiful place withers away.
We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be.
We stop being the moonlight and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it.
Tomorrow, the water will evaporate in the sun.
And all because, one day, someone said: ‘You are ugly.’ Or: ‘She is pretty.’
With those three simple words, they stole away all our self-confidence.
And we become ugly and embittered.

- Manuscript found in Accra (Paulo Coelho)

You live like this

Sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living.
Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness.
The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness.
Monotony, boredom, death.
Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it.
They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children.

And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.

- Anais Nin

Monday, September 10, 2012

The most important kind of freedom

Is to be what you really are.
You trade in your reality for a role.
You trade in your sense for an act.
You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.
There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level.
It's got to happen inside first.

- Jim Morrison

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

In the end

We only regret the chances we didn't take, the relationship we are affraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long to make.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Thursday, August 9, 2012

In a way, I'm a shaman

For a shaman travels from one world to another.

- Sina Vodjani

Straight to the Heart

I`ve spent my whole life surrounded
and I`ve spent my whole life alone
I wonder why I never wonder why
The easiest things are so hard

I just want, I just want love
I just want something
Something for nothing
Something, something for nothing

I`m a beggar and I`m a chooser
I`m accused, I`m an accuser
But nothing`s unconditional

I hold the whole world accused
I`ve only got myself to blame
I wonder why, I never wonder why
The easiest things are so hard

I just want, I just want love
I just want something
Something for nothing
Something, something for nothing

I`m a beggar and I`m a chooser
I`m accused, I`m an accuser
But nothing`s unconditional

~  Sina Vodjani

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

When you can tell the story

And it doesn't bring up any pain, you know it is healed.

- Lyanla Vanzant

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Love is a travel

All travellers whether they want or not are changed.
No one can travel into love and remain the same.

- Shams Tabrizi

I must not fear

Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.....only I will remain.

- Frank Herbert (Dune)

Thursday, August 2, 2012


Is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier.
Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It's seeing through the facade of pretence.
It's the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.


Sunday, July 29, 2012

Are you still travelling?

One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.

- Henry Miller

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

You i need

I was born as all the world here was born

As tones, words and stories of the primeval song
I need no bow, I need no sword
My kingship’s known to gods
Let their song go on

I need you to be the guide
The mirror to the sky and sea
Portray all above and below
The gate of life and death

The sea of my loneliness
It needs to have a sky
To go with my story
I also need to have your words

Like a king has his moon
A queen has her sun
To make the song go on

Make the song go on
The creator of gods
Make the song go on and on
On and on

Be my guide of life and death


Friday, July 20, 2012

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

You can close your eyes

"To the things you do not want to see.
But you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel."

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Don't go back to sleep

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

- Rumi

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

And those who were seeing dancing

Were thought to be insane by those who were not able to hear the music.

- Fredrick Nietzsche

Monday, July 2, 2012

There is nothing noble in being superior

To your fellow man.
True nobility is being superior to your former self.

- Ernest Hemingway

Dance with me, little stranger

Each partner who comes to dance with us teaches us something and brings us the gift of connection in new ways. Through each, we touch what is possible for us to create with another.

In this sense, the soul mate is not just one person, but a work in progress, a tapestry being woven out of light and shadow, hope and fear. Every lover we have prepares us to meet the Beloved.

Each one brings a lesson and a gift. And each defers to another who brings a deeper gift and a more compelling lesson. As we learn to honor ourselves, we attract partners who challenge us to become more conscious about the choices that we make.

Gradually, we open our hearts to the potential of creating intimacy on all levels. This full-chakra embrace opens to us when we have substantially completed our inner work. And then it is no longer a temporal affair.

It is Spirit come to flesh.

It is the indwelling Presence of Love, blessing us and lifting us up. It is both a gift and a responsibility, both a promise made and a promise fulfilled.

~ Paul Ferrini

Sunday, June 17, 2012

A woman’s highest calling

Is to lead a man to his soul, so as to unite him with the source; her lowest calling is to seduce, separating man from his soul and leave him aimlessly wandering.
A man’s highest calling is to protect woman,so she is free to walk the earth unharmed. Man’s lowest calling is to ambush and force his way into the life of a woman.

—Native American Cherokee Proverb

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Advice from a Tree

Dear Friend,

Stand Tall and Proud.
Sink your roots deeply into the Earth.
Reflect the light of a greater source.
Think long term.
Go out on a limb.

Remember your place among all living beings.
Embrace with joy the changing seasons.
For each yields its own abundance.
The Energy and Birth of Spring,
The Growth and Contentment of Summer,
The Wisdom to let go of leaves in the Fall,
The Rest and Quiet Renewal of Winter.

Feel the wind and the sun
And delight in their presence.
Look up at the moon that shines down upon you
And the mystery of the stars at night.
Seek nourishment from the good things in life.
Simple pleasures,
Earth, fresh air, light.

Be content with your natural beauty.
Drink plenty of water.
Let your limbs sway and dance in the breezes.
Be flexible.
Remember your roots.
Enjoy the view!

- Illan Shamir

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Life is a woman

Try to understand life and you will become a mess.
Forget all about understanding.
Just live it and you will understand it.
The understanding is not going to be intellectual, theoretical; the understanding is going to be total.
The understanding is not going to be verbal; it is going to be non-verbal.
That is the meaning when we say life is a mystery.
It can be lived but it cannot be solved.

- Osho

I'm mad

But I don't want to go among mad people, Alice remarked.
Oh you can’t help that, said the Cat: we’re all mad here.
I’m mad. You’re mad.

(Alice in Wonderland)

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The soul always knows

What to do to heal itself.
The challenge is to silence the mind.

Caroline Myss

Sunday, June 3, 2012

What if

What if there was no line?
Nothing wrong, nothing right.
What if there was no time?
And no reason or rhyme.
What if you should decide, that you don't want me there by your side.
That you don't want me there in your life.

What if I got it wrong, and no poem or song
Could put right what I got wrong
Or make you feel I belong
What if you should decide that you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life.

Oooh, that's right
Let's take a breath jump over the side
Oooh, that's right
How can you know it if you don't even try
Oooh, that's right

Every step that you take could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break
But that's the risk that you take
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there in your life
That you don't want me there by your side.

Oooh, that's right
Let's take a breath jump over the side
Oooh, that's right
You know that darkness always turns into light
Oooh, that's right

(lyrics by Guy Rupert Berryman, William Champion)

The jewel has been lost in matter

And everybody is looking for it.
Some look for it in the east and some in the west,
Some in water and some among stones.
But the servant Kabir has found its value and has it wrapped with care in the seam of the mantle of his heart.

- Rabindranath Tagore, Kabir

Princess of China

Once upon a time somebody ran
Somebody ran away saying, "Fast as I can"
I got to go
I got to go

Once upon a time we fell apart
You're holding in your hands
The two halves of my heart
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Once upon a time we're burning bright
That all we ever seemed to do is fight
On and on
And on and on and on

Once upon a time on the same side
Once upon a time on the same side
In the same game, now why'd you have to go
Have to go and throw it all in my flame

Could've been a princess, you'd be a king
Could have had a castle and worn a ring
But no, you let me go
I could've been a princess, you'd be a king
Could have had a castle and worn a ring,
But no, you let me go

Stole my star
You stole my star
Cause you really hurt me
Oh, you really hurt me

(lyrics by Christopher Anthony, John Martin)

Forgotten in Wonderland

Do you remember me...?

Friday, June 1, 2012

He who would

share your pleasure but not your pain shall lose the key to one of the seven gates of Paradise...

- Kahlil Gibran

Sunday, May 27, 2012


I'm not one in a million kind of girl.
I am a once in a lifetime kind of a woman.


Saturday, May 26, 2012

You worry too much

Oh soul, you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul...

- Rumi

Friday, May 25, 2012

I am affraid

I can't explain myself, you see, because I am not myself, you know.

(the Caterpillar)

Saturday, May 19, 2012

I will whisper secrets in your ear

Just nod 'yes' and be silent.
A soul moon appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey!

- Rumi

Friday, May 18, 2012

We are

"We do not become healers. We came as healers. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become storytellers. We came as carriers of the stories we and our ancestors actually lived. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become artists. We came as artists. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become writers, dancers, musicians, helpers, peacemakers. We came as such. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not learn to love in this sense. We came as Love. We are Love.
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are."

- Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Lectia de astronomie

Intr-o anumita perioada din evolutia societatii umane se vehicula conceptul conform caruia Pamantul se afla in centrul Universului.
La un alt moment din timp un astrolog a rasturnat aceasta idee si noi toti (?) stim acum ca Pamantul este doar o parte din sistemul solar.

a ajuns cumva stiinta din zilele noastre sa gaseasca (sau sa masoare) efectiv centrul Universului....???

ceea ce descoperim la un anumit moment al evolutiei noastre este doar parte din Adevar. O minte deschisa tuturor posibilitatilor e o minte pregatita sa cunoasca si sa evolueze.

Sunday, May 6, 2012


The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around

Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious

Interchanging mind control
Come let the revolution take its toll if you could
Flick the switch and open your third eye, you'd see that
We should never be afraid to die

Rise up and take the power back, it's time that
The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that
Their time is coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

When did you stop dancing?

"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions:

- When did you stop dancing?
- When did you stop singing?
- When did you stop being enchanted by stories?
- When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?"

(Gabrielle Roth)

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Your heart

is the size of an ocean.
Go find yourself in its hidden depths.

- Rumi

Saturday, April 28, 2012

We are all like the bright Moon

We all have our darker side.

- Kahlil Gibran

I remember when you kissed me

And you kissed me with tears coursing to your cheeks and you said:
- Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose and must live apart impel by earthly intent.
Both the spirits remain joined safely in the hands of love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to the God.

- Kahlil Gibran

The first thought of God was an angel

The first word of God was a man.
- Kahlil Gibran

We often

borrow from our tomorrows to pay our debts to our yesterdays.

- Kahlil Gibran

Thus with my lips

have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

- Kahlil Gibran

Don't grow up

It's a trap!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Do you know who Sam Gold is, Mr Green?

You should, because he knows who you are. He’s all up here, pretending to be you.

You’re in a game Jake, you’re in the game. Everyone is in his game, and nobody knows it. And all of this is his world, he owns. He controls it.
He tells you what to do, and when to do it.
Eventually when the opponent is challenged or questioned, it means the victim’s investment and thus his intelligence is questioned. No-one can except that. Not even to themselves

He’s behind all the pain there ever was, behind every crime ever committed. And right now, he’s telling you that he doesn’t even exist. We just put you to war with the only enemy who ever existed. And you, you think he’s your best friend. You’re protecting him, Mr Green. But with what? Where is the best place an opponent should hide?

He’s hiding behind your pain, Mr Green. Embrace the pain, and you will win this game.

If you change the rules on what controls you, you change the rules on what you control. How radical are you prepared to be, Mr Green? The more power you think you have in Gold’s world, the less you have in the real world. You are still in prison Jake. In fact, you never left.
("Revolver" movie script)

Jack vs. Jack

- I can hear you.
- I'm onto you. Who takes care of the good times? We're a team. - We're best pals, Jake. You want to get rid of me? Do you know life without me? I say do, you obey. If I say you're scared...'re scared. You've been listening to the other side, haven't you, Jake? Listening to people who want to hurt you. - New people. New. Not old friends like me. People you shouldn't trust. But me. I've been your friend forever, since the beginning. Get rid of them, Jake, forever. They're the enemy, not me.
They're new, I'm old. I stay, they go.
- I say you do.
- I am you.
- You ain't me.

The greatest con that he ever pulled, was making you believe that he is you.

- You ain't me.
- I am you.
- You're not me.

("Revolver" movie script)

I know you are still there

Cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now whos looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you?
Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine.
My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe.
Someone, who wont see you coming... or know, when youre there.

("Revolver" movie script)

Do i have your approval on this?

There is something about yourself that you don't know.
Something that you will deny even exists until it's too late to do anything about it.
It's the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears.
This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. "Fear or revere me, but please think I'm special." We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The "hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah." Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy.
Shine on, you crazy diamond. Cos we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
If we knew this, we wouldn't do this. Someone is hiding it from us.

("Revolver" the movie screenplay)

While i was looking for answers

I found this quote:
"Life is too short to be wasted in finding answers. Enjoy the questions!" (Paulo Coelho)

And i tell you, i have LOTS of questions - imagine how joyfull i could be ??? :)
Let's try to see the things from the opposite perspective. That could be something new...let's break the old patterns!!!

Don't you....?

Don't you miss you....the real you?
I know i do.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012


Un călugar irascibil se supăra foarte repede, aproape din orice. Deşi se ruga neîncetat lui Dumnezeu să-l scape de supărare, de fiecare dată când se ridica de la rugăciune, se şi mânia pe careva. La un moment a îndrăznit să-I spună lui Dumnezeu: “Doamne, nu Te-am rugat eu să mă scapi de supărare? De ce mă laşi să mă cert cu fraţii aşa des?” Dumnezeu i-a răspuns: “Cum vrei tu să exersezi refuzul supărării fără supărarea însăşi? Nu Mi-ai spus tu să te scap de supărare? De aceea îţi trimit mereu pe cineva, ca să ai ocazie să nu te superi chiar dacă îţi dă motiv. Tu poţi să înveţi să înoţi într-un bazin fără apă? Tot aşa este şi cu răspunsul Meu la rugăciunile tale! Numai tu eşti stăpân pe reacţiile tale”. Călugărul s-a luminat şi de atunci îşi spunea mereu: “Mă supăr doar când vreau eu!”.

Monday, April 16, 2012


is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
- Mark Twain

Friday, April 13, 2012

It happened again!!!

Ei uite ca de ziua mea anul asta primesc un .... leopard roz :)
Si nu glumesc! Daca nu ma credeti pe cuvant, uite, poftim dovada aici.

Sa recapitulam ce kestii roz am mai primit: un elefant roz, si un delfin roz.
Not bad! ;)

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Now let us play hide and seek

Should you hide in my heart it would not be difficult to find you.
But should you hide behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you...including you.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Monday, April 9, 2012

"How does one become a butterfly?"

she asked pensively.
"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."

- Trina Paulus

Friday, March 23, 2012


people have to go back and fix the things that made them unhappy before they were happy.

('Danny the Dog' screenplay)

Monday, March 19, 2012

Put the beads away, Frank

A lady goes to see her priest one day and tells him, “Father, I have a problem. ...I have two female parrots, but they only know how to say one thing.” “What do they say?” the priest inquired. “They say, 'Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?' Isn't that awful?” the woman laments.

- “That’s obscene!” the priest exclaimed. Then he thought for a moment. “You know,” he said, “I may have a solution to your problem. I have two male parrots who talk, and I have taught them to pray and read the Bible. Bring your two parrots over to my house, and we’ll put them in the cage with Francis and Job. My parrots can teach your parrots to praise and worship God, and your parrots are sure to stop saying... that... that indecent no time.”
- “Thank you,” the woman responded, “this may very well be the solution!”

The next day, the woman brought her female parrots to the priest’s house. As he ushered the woman in, she saw that his two male parrots were inside their cage, holding rosary beads and actually praying, their pious little faces upturned toward heaven with beaks moving slightly as they prayed intently to the Lord.

Very impressed, the woman walked over and placed her parrots inside the cage with these very devout parrots. After a few minutes, sure enough, the female parrots cried out in unison: “Hi, we’re hookers! Do you want to have some fun?”

A long moment of silence ensued. Shocked, one male parrot looked over at the other male parrot and exclaimed, “Put the beads away, Frank. Our prayers have been answered!”

- Osho

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Singing your song

When a woman in a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they pray and meditate until they hear the song of the child.
They recognize that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its unique flavor and purpose. When the women attune to the song, they sing it out loud.  Then they return to the tribe and teach it to everyone else.

When the child is born, the community gathers and sings the child's song to him or her. Later, when the child enters education, the village gathers and chants the child's song. When the child passes through the initiation to adulthood, the people again come
 together and sing. At the time of marriage, the person hears his or her song.

Finally, when the soul is about to pass from this world, the family and friends gather at the person's bed, just as they did at their birth, and they sing the person to the next life.

To the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community
 form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

A friend is someone who knows your song and sings it to you when you have forgotten it. Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.

(Alan Cohen - Wisdom of the Heart)

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

I once asked a bird

"How is that you fly on this gravity of darkness"?

She responded: "Love lifts me".

- Hafiz

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The man and his shadow

Many years ago, there lived a man who was capable of loving and forgiving everyone he came across. Because of this, God sent an angel to talk to him.
‘God asked me to come and visit you and tell you that he wishes to reward you for your goodness,’ said the angel. ‘You may have any gift you wish for. Would you like the gift of healing?’
‘Certainly not,’ said the man. ‘I would prefer God to choose those who should be healed.’
‘And what about leading sinners back to the path of Truth?’
‘That’s a job for angels like you. I don’t want to be venerated by anyone or to serve as a permanent example.’
‘Look, I can’t go back to Heaven without having given you a miracle. If you don’t choose, I’ll have to choose one for you.’

The man thought for a moment and then said:
‘All right, I would like good to be done through me, but without anyone noticing, not even me, in case I should commit the sin of vanity.’

So the angel arranged for the man’s shadow to have the power of healing, but only when the sun was shining on the man’s face. In this way, wherever he went, the sick were healed, the earth grew fertile again, and sad people rediscovered happiness.
The man traveled the Earth for many years, oblivious of the miracles he was working because when he was facing the sun, his shadow was always behind him. In this way, he was able to live and die unaware of his own holiness.

- Paulo Coelho

Cand dai

"La început dai din ceea ce ai, apoi, de la un moment dat, dai din ceea ce ești."

- parintele Arsenie Boca

In the stillness of night

Wisdom came and stood by my bed.
She gazed upon me like a tender mother
and wiped away my tears, and said:
"I have heard the cry of your spirit and I have come to comfort it.
Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light.
... Ask me and I shall show you the way of truth."

- Khalil Gibran

A traveller am I

And a navigator.
And every day I discover a new region within my Soul...

- Kahlil Gibran

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Am uitat sa stralucesc!

"A fost odată ca niciodată, într-o pădure oarecare, o buburuză care a întâlnit un licurici.

Buburuza și licuriciul s-au îndrăgostit și au hotărât să rămână împreunăpentru totdeauna. Numai că, și-au dat seama că în pădure erau o mulțime de obstacole, lipsite de importanța pentru alții, dar care pe ei i-ar putea despărți: o crenguță, o pietricică, o frunză…

Și atunci, buburuza și licuriciul au hotărât să se țină tot timpul de mână, pentru ca nimic să nu-i poată despărți. Se plimbau împreună prin pădure și erau foarte fericiți. Dar într-o zi, licuriciul a constatat că buburuza dispăruse.Nu mai știa dacă el a lăsat-o de mână sau daca ea i-a dat lui drumul mâinii, dar asta nici nu contează în povestea noastră. Contează numai că licuriciul, singur și trist, a căutat buburuza sub fiecare frunză, sub fiecare crenguță, dar nu a găsit-o.

Licuriciul era din ce în ce mai trist și i se părea că pădurea nu mai are niciun gust, niciun sens, niciun farmec…Și cum se plimba licuriciul foarte trist, s-a întâlnit cu o furnică. Licuriciul i-a povestit furnicii ce i se întâmplase, iar furnica i-a spus:

-Licuriciule, poate dacă AI STRĂLUCI tare, tare, buburuza te-ar vedea, oricât de departe ar fi și s-ar întoarce la tine.

-Stii că ai dreptate ? a spus licuriciul. Eram așa de trist, încât AM UITAT SĂ STRĂLUCESC!"

Friday, February 17, 2012

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Going home

i love to speak with leonard
he’s a sportsman and a shepherd
he’s a lazy bastard
living in a suit

but he does say what i tell him
even though it isn’t welcome
he just doesn’t have the freedom
to refuse

he will speak these words of wisdom
like a sage, a man of vision
though he knows he’s really nothing
but the brief elaboration of a tube

going home
without my sorrow
going home
sometime tomorrow
going home
to where it’s better
than before

going home
without my burden
going home
behind the curtain
going home
without the costume
that i wore

he wants to write a love song
an anthem of forgiving
a manual for living with defeat
a cry above the suffering
a sacrifice recovering

but that isn’t what i need him
to complete
i want him to be certain
that he doesn’t have a burden
that he doesn’t need a vision
that he only has permission
to do my instant bidding

which is to say what i have told him
to repeat
going home
without my sorrow
going home
sometime tomorrow
going home
to where it’s better
than before

("Going Home" - Leonard Cohen)

Sunday, February 5, 2012

All is welcome here

Broken hearts and broken wings
bring it all, bring everything
bring the song you fear to sing
all is welcome here.

Even if you broke your vows
a thousand times, come anyhow
step in to the power of now
all is welcome here

See the father and the sun
reunited here they come
they’re are dancing to the sacred drum
they know they are welcome here

I see the Shepherd and the mighty priest
I see the beauty and the beast
we’re singing I have been released
and I am welcome here

I stood alone at the gateless gate
to drunk on love, to hesitate
to the winds I cast my fate
and the remnants of my fear

I took a deep breath and I leapt
and I woke as if I never slept
tears of gratitude I wept
I was welcome here

So bring your laughter, bring your tears
your busy lives, your careers
and bring the pain you carried for years
all is welcome here.

Freedom is not so far away
but there is only one price we all have to pay
live our dreams ‘til they fade away
...and let’em go

all is welcome here
and now
here and now
here and now.

(All is welcome here - sung by Deva Premal & Miten)

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Save the last dance for me

Well you can dance
Every dance with the woman
Who gives you the eye
Let her hold you tight
And you can smile
Every smile for the woman
Who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you  Home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me

Oh I know
That the music's fine
Like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing
But while we're apart
Don't give your heart
To anyone
And don't forget who's taking you Home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me

Baby, don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never, never let you go
I love you, oh so much

You can dance
Go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it's time to go
If she asks
If you're all alone
Can she walk you home
You must tell her no
Cause don't forget who's taking you Home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
Save the last dance for me

So don't forget who's taking you home
Or in who's arms you're gonna be
So darling save the last dance for me
Oh baby, won't you save the last dance for me
Ooh, you make a promise
That you'll save the last dance for me
Save the last dance
The very last dance
For me

("Save the last dance for me" adaptation)

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Don't let them think

That we've broken down;
That we've cracked up.
We merely dropped leaves,
For a further spring.

- Rumi

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Another wrong step

As if nothing had changed overnight, the warrior takes another wrong step and dives once again into the abyss. Ghosts provoke, loneliness torments him. Now that he is more aware of his acts, he did not think this would happen.

But it did. Shrouded by darkness, he talks to his master.
- “Master, I fell again into the abyss “, he says.” The waters are deep and dark”.
- “Remember something “, responds the master. "It is not the diving that causes the drowning, but the staying underwater."

The warrior uses his remaining strength to get out of the situation he is in.

(Paulo Coleho - The Manual of the Warrior of Light)

Saturday, January 21, 2012

If pain must come

May it come quickly. Because i have a life to live, and i need to live it in the best possible.
If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then i will either wait for him or forget him.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful.
But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering

– Paulo Coelho

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Nor from inside, or from outside

When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.

(African proverb)

Stay awake

"Love has come to rule and transform; Stay Awake, my heart, stay awake."

- Rumi


"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along."

- Rumi

Friday, January 13, 2012

No strings attached

According to a poet: 'The warrior of light chooses his enemies.' He knows what he is capable of; he does not have to go about the world boasting of his qualities and virtues. Nevertheless, there is always someone who wants to prove himself better than he is.

For the warrior, there is no 'better' or 'worse': everyone has the necessary gifts for his particular path. But certain people insist. They provoke and offend and do everything they can to irritate him. At that point, his heart says: 'Do not respond to these insults, they will not increase your abilities. You will tire yourself needlessly.'

A warrior of light does not waste his time listening to provocations; he has a destiny to fulfil.
(Paulo Coleho - 'The warrior of Light manual')

Tuesday, January 10, 2012


Love is from the infinite,
and will remain until eternity.

- Rumi

If you come

At the end of my life, with just one breath left,
if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

- Rumi

Changing from inside up

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

- Rumi


I am the slave of that perfect Moon!
Don't talk to me of suffering, I don't want to hear.
Talk about light, joy and sweetness
and if you can't, keep silent!

- Rumi

Keep knocking

And the joy inside will eventually open a window.

- Rumi

Sunday, January 8, 2012

You suppose

You suppose you are the trouble,
But you are the cure.
You suppose that you are the lock on the door,
But you are the key that opens it.
It's too bad that you want to be someone else.
You don't see your own face, your own beauty
Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.

- Rumi

Don't grieve

Anything you lose comes round in another form.

- Rumi 

Friday, January 6, 2012

Dancing with Myself

On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
With the mirror reflection
I'm dancing with myself

When there's no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself

If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself

(Dancing with myself - Nouvelle Vague song)

Sunday, January 1, 2012

I follow rivers

Oh I beg you, can I follow?
Oh I ask you, why not always?
Be the ocean where I unravel
Be my only, be the water were I'm wading
You're my river running high,
run deep run wild

I, I follow, I follow you
deep sea baby, I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you, don't come honey

He the message, I'm the runner
He the rebel, I'm the daughter waiting for you
You're my river running high,
run deep run wild

You're my river running high,
run deep run wild
I, I follow, I follow you
Deep sea baby, I follow you
I, I follow, I follow you,
Don't come honey, I follow you

(Lykke Li - I follow rivers)

You could

"You could, for a change, let the flowers look at you."