I just found a flower in my hair.
I could not help but wonder
how it got there.
I have it in my hands.
and I feel
tears running
down my
face,
for I wish
it was you
who would’ve found it
instead.
April 2012
66 posts
I painted some wood today.I chose the colour white.
I am giving new garden life to an old palate left to die.
There is some left, right here at my feet; I have been gazing upon it as it shows itself to me.
Of course I would build it, a picket fence that is, to protect and mark the space where a home lies still.
But I am still sitting here with these images in my mind, wood still lying waiting for me to give it life.
For it is not for lonely hands to build a fence; it is a symbol of joining lives, it is a matter of wanting time to have the passion it lacks; but for now I join the wood half alive, but feeling the desire to come to life
“can I
tuck
this
in my
bed,
can I
put it
just
to rest,
can I
kiss it
late at
night,
can I
leave it
for a
while?” —
tuck
this
in my
bed,
can I
put it
just
to rest,
can I
kiss it
late at
night,
can I
leave it
for a
while?” —
“I
went into
the sidelines
I shook
the
frames
of truth,
what was
left
was no
clearer,
yet
It changed
if only
for a
moment
the main
point
of
my view.” —
went into
the sidelines
I shook
the
frames
of truth,
what was
left
was no
clearer,
yet
It changed
if only
for a
moment
the main
point
of
my view.” —
“random notes
through
my ears
make
the sound
of yester-
years.
I re-member
where I
was
and
how much
I had to see.
Those
notes
from yester-
years,
they reveal
the silver
lining;
see,
as I stood
way
back when
feeling
what I felt,
it is
just now
and here
exactly
where I stand
that I have
come
to
understand
that I was
listening
to the song
of my heart;
a song
never sang
out loud
until
all
stood still,
until
I
heard
another song
whispered
in my ear.” —
through
my ears
make
the sound
of yester-
years.
I re-member
where I
was
and
how much
I had to see.
Those
notes
from yester-
years,
they reveal
the silver
lining;
see,
as I stood
way
back when
feeling
what I felt,
it is
just now
and here
exactly
where I stand
that I have
come
to
understand
that I was
listening
to the song
of my heart;
a song
never sang
out loud
until
all
stood still,
until
I
heard
another song
whispered
in my ear.” —
“It’s time that I want,
only time and my presence
in your memories.” —I want more, I long for more. I desire more.
only time and my presence
in your memories.” —I want more, I long for more. I desire more.
“Is
there
magic?” —
there
magic?” —
Willow trees, they have roots that surface on the ground. Between the them there’s a natural space almost created to welcome you to sit.
The ground is damp and the shadow is protective. Even though it’s dense, if you look up you can still cast the sky, whether is grey or blue.
All around, under a Willow tree, you can hear my favorite sound; the sound of the wind passing through the branches and making the leaves dance.
There, in that space, one with all and all with one there’s peace.
There, I remain sitting down; my knees on my chest, my arms hugging my legs, my head resting on top of my bended limbs and my gaze quietly regarding my feet on the earth.
Under a Weeping Willow tree.
“for all
that is worth
in the
seconds
that pass
without
great
weight
to the
sacred
time,
know
that
in every one
you
are present
despite
your absence
know
that
I
miss
you
and long
for your
essence.” —
that is worth
in the
seconds
that pass
without
great
weight
to the
sacred
time,
know
that
in every one
you
are present
despite
your absence
know
that
I
miss
you
and long
for your
essence.” —
“I will wait
for the morning
light,
I will find
a way
with the morning
sun.” —everyday the sun breaks.
for the morning
light,
I will find
a way
with the morning
sun.” —everyday the sun breaks.
“beware
for as long
as you
shall live
of your
judgement
towards
others
for it
is the
sentence
upon yourself
the only
thing
that remains.” —
for as long
as you
shall live
of your
judgement
towards
others
for it
is the
sentence
upon yourself
the only
thing
that remains.” —
“The way of illumination seems dark
going forward seems like retreat,
the easy way seems hard,
true power seems weak,
true purity seems tarnished,
true clarity seems obscure,
the greatest art seems unsophisticated,
the greatest love seems indifferent,
the greatest wisdom seems childish.” —from the 41st verse of the Tao Te Ching (Lao-Tzu)
going forward seems like retreat,
the easy way seems hard,
true power seems weak,
true purity seems tarnished,
true clarity seems obscure,
the greatest art seems unsophisticated,
the greatest love seems indifferent,
the greatest wisdom seems childish.” —from the 41st verse of the Tao Te Ching (Lao-Tzu)
“words fall too.
they fall in love
they fall in grey,
but
mostly
they fall short
in what
they try
to convey.” —
they fall in love
they fall in grey,
but
mostly
they fall short
in what
they try
to convey.” —
I wake up
to the waves
returning to
this shore;
I ask them
where they’ve
been,
have they
traveled long?
they show
their water to me
as clear as I can see,
and I let them
carry me
but not
to open sea.
they come and go,
moving me around
close to the shore
and I know
what they’re
saying with
their gentle sound.
they’ve been
traveling
back and forth
as if
it was their chore,
they show me
the current
and raise me
with their tides.
yet I return
to dry ground
casting the
same
good-bye.
“the one was deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow from which its beauty chiefly came. the other had now achieved a unity of its own; but it was loud and vain and endlessly repeated; and it had little harmony but rather a clamorous unison as of many trumpets braying upon a few notes. And it essayed to drown the other music by the violence of its voice, but it seemed that its most triumphant notes were taken by the other and woven into its own solemn pattern.”
—
For casting out darkness does not ensure light.
The Silmarilion. J.R.R. Tolkien.
“I am exhausted;
will you hold my hand now and
let me fall asleep?” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
will you hold my hand now and
let me fall asleep?” —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“he had gone often alone into the void places seeking the imperishable flame; for desire grew hot within him to bring into beings things of his own, and it seems that Illuvatar took no thought for the Void, and he was impatient of its emptiness. Yet he found not the Fire, for it is with Illuvatar. But being alone he had begun to conceive thoughts of his own unlike those of his brethren.”
—The Silmarilion. J.R.R. Tolkien.
“If
I may
just
steal
this line
and
replace
it
with
the sound
of
november
pouring
from
the sky.” —
I may
just
steal
this line
and
replace
it
with
the sound
of
november
pouring
from
the sky.” —
tonight
I am
set to
find
myself,
again.
as
every
week
this
day
stops
in time
like
a
frame.
I want to
craft with my hands
pouring my soul
all the little
things
that we
would need
at home.
I
find rest
in the purpose
of
making
our own.
there is
care and
love
in what
we’d touch
and every use
we give
to that
born from
home
would make
us
stronger
in our bond.
“In spite of all our communication technology, no invention is as effective as the sound of the human voice. When we hear the human voice, we instinctively want to listen in hopes of understanding it even when the speaker is searching for the right words to say, even when all we hear is yelling, or crying, or singing. That’s because the human voice resonates differently from anything else in the world. That’s why we can hear a singers voice over the sound of a full orchestra. We will always hear that singer, no matter what else surrounds it”
—
- Touch
a whisper can bring you back to life.
“unlike
the stars
the
light
people
give
from
their
heart
will
never
fade.” —
the stars
the
light
people
give
from
their
heart
will
never
fade.” —
“For indeed my life is a perpetual question mark – my thirst for books, my observations of people, all tend to satisfy a great, overwhelming desire to know, to understand, to find an answer to a million questions. And gradually the answers are revealed, many things are explained, and above all, many things are given names and described, and my restlessness is subdued. Then I become and exclamatory person, clapping my hands to the immense surprises the world holds for me, and falling from one ecstasy into another. I have the habit of peeping and prying and listening and seeking – passionate curiosity and expectation. But I have also the habit of being surprised, the habit of being filled with wonder and satisfaction each time I stumble on some wondrous thing.”
—Anaïs Nin (via modernhepburn)
“I wandered
last night
through
the
land of
reminiscence.
until
I found
the
re-collection
of the truth.
there were
no longer
empty
spaces
nor any
corners to
make a
turn.
I could
not choose
what to do
with it
for truth
not only
belongs
to me.
I wished
for some
to disappear,
until
I stepped
back
from my
own fear;
truth does
not hurt
nor it heals;
it does not
call for
anything.
it is there
for I to see.
It’s not one
but many things
it’s undivided
in its
constant parts,
yet some
are
buried deeper
by the
weight of
our acts.” —
last night
through
the
land of
reminiscence.
until
I found
the
re-collection
of the truth.
there were
no longer
empty
spaces
nor any
corners to
make a
turn.
I could
not choose
what to do
with it
for truth
not only
belongs
to me.
I wished
for some
to disappear,
until
I stepped
back
from my
own fear;
truth does
not hurt
nor it heals;
it does not
call for
anything.
it is there
for I to see.
It’s not one
but many things
it’s undivided
in its
constant parts,
yet some
are
buried deeper
by the
weight of
our acts.” —
Words.
I use words
and
sometimes
I let
them define
me
for lack
of a
better
way
to
relate.
But words
that
I write
I don’t write
to
harm
nor
I
am
careless
to what
they
say.
Words
have power,
not
only the
one
we charge
them
with
but
the power
and
the force
to
heal,
hurt,
affect
&
feel loved
on
those
who
read it
with their
soul.
Of all
the words
that
you used
today,
how
many
were
given
away
to
express
love?
“
through
this
rubble
I
found,
buried
under
old remains,
a beating
heart;
it spoke
faintly
& it was
hard to
understand.
it piled up,
it said
leaving me
behind
every time
you felt
the
fear to
fall.
“the dots that connect us are not bound by space or time.”
—
Mundane Monday.
let it rain.
since everyday
is more
similar
than the next.
last time
I remember
rain,
gears
were
shifted
from fear
to
safe.
“
In life
as you rise
it is
easy
for others
to
see who
you are
but
it is
when
you fall
that
you
can see
who
is
there.
“the
first
im-pression
of
each day
brings
the
same
name;
but
every-day
is
freshly
re-membered
in
a different
way.” —
first
im-pression
of
each day
brings
the
same
name;
but
every-day
is
freshly
re-membered
in
a different
way.” —
“Did you ever think
the only reason we’re here
is to give our love?” —
the only reason we’re here
is to give our love?” —
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
(via tylerknott)It’s that time, again.
That wind that carries the smell of life woke me up this morning. It is today that my skin felt the warmth of the sky while my hands became the perfect tool to salute the ground.
That life, the one that comes from the ground, making its way, almost against all odds searching for the sun in order to blossom, in order to open up and give away parts of itself is the life that I will carefully handle to-day.
Its a respectful meditation, a true interaction, a peaceful labour. Its also a discovery of wonders for tiny hands with big eyes and an open mind.
It’s a special day.
yet, not complete.
Life as I will witness today carries a message of being, of growing and of giving. Of searching for that sun, even when one is buried distance under-ground.
“Seven billion people on a tiny planet, suspended in the vastness of space, all alone. How we make sense of that is the great mystery of our frail existence. Maybe it’s being alone in the universe that holds us all together, keeps us needing one another in the smallest of ways. Creating a quantum entanglement of you, of me, of us. And if that’s really true, then we live in a world where anything is possible.”
—Touch
“It wakes up
with the sun
of those
hopeful mornings” —
with the sun
of those
hopeful mornings” —
“a
vacant room
Is
the only
kingdom
I’ve known.” —
vacant room
Is
the only
kingdom
I’ve known.” —
“It’s not
about things
to forget
but
the pieces
that are
part
of me
now.
Forever.” —
about things
to forget
but
the pieces
that are
part
of me
now.
Forever.” —
“May you
whisper
to the air,
at night,
know that
I’ll catch it
with my
open heart” —
whisper
to the air,
at night,
know that
I’ll catch it
with my
open heart” —
“what do you bring
spring
with your
determination
to erase death
from the ground.
do you think
all this beauty
can replace
a winter’s
void?” —
spring
with your
determination
to erase death
from the ground.
do you think
all this beauty
can replace
a winter’s
void?” —
“I sing
the unspoken wish
of the quiet mind
and the restless heart.
I pray
with a living soul
for the faith
that I now know.
I lay
awake in dreams
hoping for hope
to return to me.” —
the unspoken wish
of the quiet mind
and the restless heart.
I pray
with a living soul
for the faith
that I now know.
I lay
awake in dreams
hoping for hope
to return to me.” —
