Building proses, poems… and people

It depends on the source of the creation. Like, it would be quite a bit more meaningful if it were from somebody I was very affectionately invested in. Everything, the people I consider the guardian of my heart, what they have ever written or done for me, all this is potent in meaning, I remember the littlest encouragement or gestures they have ever given me, because it mattered and always it will. I sometimes repeat their words and I am not even sure they realize their creative influence on me, I am not sure they remember that it originated from … Continue reading Building proses, poems… and people

Lovers are rockets …

Lovers are rockets that lift you up beyond the safety of the atmosphere, past the horizon of your ordinary world, and beyond the gravity that tethers you to your own self-centered perspective; riding the momentum of desire, higher and higher, until you can almost brush your fingertips against the stars; coasting on a current of breath and fire, burning vapor trails against the cool black of space. If you’re lucky, you’ll reach the apex where you can peer down at the tiny blue dot below you, and for the first time sincerely appreciate how beautiful the world is when you’re … Continue reading Lovers are rockets …

That Such Happiness…

For fear of being well, we do not want happiness. Our hearts are in the search, but our minds are leaking as if the happiness were something dangerous and that our lives in its presence would be an offense, unbelievable, but so true. We are looking for anything we are not able to appreciate, a state of well-being that makes us uncomfortable. I believe in the idea, while I try to argue as much as possible the antithesis, paradoxical to some people, being wrong is being good, strange behavior, as if the complete happiness were bad, being loved by suffering, tragic conclusion, … Continue reading That Such Happiness…

When the pen is the word of my mind…

The words should come out of my mouth, but the words have no meaning to me than in writing. They come one after the other, spoken they block me, they are rocking my thoughts and my feelings plunge into shock, the white paper is intended to euthanasia liberating a communication which I have never been close … My mouth closes, my heart opens and it is the sound of my emotions on paper that covers the silence. I do not seek beauty, sincerity and intensity of my writings forcefully convey the whole meaning of my silence, I see when I … Continue reading When the pen is the word of my mind…

We all know by heart in our mind: Love is lived, said, written…

I love this emotion that we all know by heart in our minds: Love is lived, said, written… Love never expresses itself in the same way by all experiences, but differently. There is a talk of action, gesture, listening or speaking, reflecting the feeling: A reflection that finds its splendor in words. It defines what one feels, the exceptional is used to define the best. Every word has a meaning and impact in the heart of the beloved. As one loves, one is full of superlatives and felt where the reality is created … hyperbole with a perfect love… It … Continue reading We all know by heart in our mind: Love is lived, said, written…

Cheers to life…

What ‘success’ means is unique and personal to each of us. Yet most of us still live in a society where success is determined by what ‘people out there’ have decided success is. In fact, an inward feeling (often hidden) of ‘not feeling good enough’ because of ‘what other people will think’ is one of the most common concerns that I see amongst awakening people. Personal worth is still frequently measured by what we have to show for what we’ve done – material goods, exams passed, property gained, certificates achieved, goals attained or targets reached. And by far the biggest … Continue reading Cheers to life…