There is no death, only a change of worlds…..
13 0ctober 1963- 21 august 2012
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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They’re all the same.
Pleasant fantasies becoming real.
The water is calm,
Blanketed by the warmth of the sun.
The Birds sing in a chorus of nature and serenity.
Everything is right.
This is false security made in the depths of Hell.
Soon the downward spiral into the inferno begins,
And brings me to the painful,
Smiting abomination that is real life.
The birds’ songs are choked by the wicked cries of torment and agony,
Lush forests are burnt to the ground,
Just like the lives beneath them.
Smoke and ash fill the fogging air
As the world becomes clarity around me.
Plentiful fields warped and distorted into waste land lay before me.
The downward spiral
Turns to a sudden stop on the ground,
As I am fully awake to the truths of the world.
We wait for the light but behold darkness.
Beautiful, beautiful words but together in life,
But there is no life,
Just the shadows, drifting aimlessly in the minds,
Apart from who we can be,
The silvery moon can create light,
So why are we dark, gloomy souls,
The endless horror in which we live,
Can be changed,
But to grasp reality too hard can make its difference,
The translucent love is gratefully still there,
But is hard to see for our eyes are blocked,
Continually forgetting what this once stunning world had,
The ominous ghost the haunts us as we stumble,
But there are still the brilliant stars in the black night,
And the sun behind the storm,
For we must cast those mysterious spirits away,
And find the light inside.
People are made of places. They carry with them
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe,
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
crowded at rush hours.
Where I come from, people
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint,
with yards where hens and chickens circle about,
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
are the mind’s chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
A door in the mind blows open, and there blows
a frosty wind from fields of snow.
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A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?
Full view here
We got early in the morning to the park before too many people would be there as sunday is always busy….so great …a bit cloudy ..with a strong wind …such a relief from the burning furnace lately :-)Walked slowly everywhere stopping occasionaly for a bite to eat and a cigarette.then came across this beautiful street cat and he took to me straight away ..was glued to me 🙂 shared my sandwich with him of course 🙂 then onto the water bicycle boat…but before we got on bought of course a double portion of mici with mustard and bread …so great to be on the middle of the lake with grilled meat away from the hordes of Bucharest!!! :-)Then the sun started burning again and slowly made our way back to home to fill you in with this useless information…but our day is great ..hope you all have a great day too 🙂
How can one smile such sweet smiles,
When one is so saddened by sorrows for miles,
How can I smile the same smiles,
When life brings me nothing but tears,
I wondered for so long,
What reason you had to smile that long,
To keep smiling though troubles come,
And still remain sweet and silently overcome,
It’s such a mystery to me,
Your smiles from heaven with glee,
I adore and yet envy thee,
But I’d rather you smile those at me,
I feel happy when I see you smile,
Even if I’m sad and lonely,
Your smiles bring me somewhere,
I don’t even know where,
But it was you,
You gave me the reason to smile,
To smile with no reason,
To smile for a smile,
I guess life is just like that,
We need not a reason to smile,
For a smile is the reason itself,
To rejoice and open-heartedly give thanks,
I learned to smile because of you,
Because your smiles bring me joy when blue,
It proves how well and powerful,
A simple sweet smile can become so beautiful,
Smile for the sake of a smile,
Smile for the sake of happiness,
Smile for the sake of life,
Smile because of hope left in life,
Smile my friends,
Smile for me my Love,
Smile those same sweet smiles,
Smile so the world can be a peaceful dove…
Sukhi’s sculptures are intended to bridge the cultures of East and West. Embodying the peace and compositional balance of ancient devotional art, they represent complex philosophical ideas with a simplicity and clarity that renders them accessible to the Western viewer. Exploring themes of hidden potentials, and the transcendence of our limiting view of a solid reality, her work often represents the negative space as being as important as the material itself, implying the dance of form and spirit, a constant state of transformation.
You can stare forever at the diamond black sky,
You can think you know everything there is to know,
And then there is more,
The greatest universe to conquer,
Is not in the blue glowing heavens,
That spills over into golden lights,
That shine beyond time,
Then they drift farther away,
And the universe expands,
The greatest universe to conquer,
Is in our own minds,
Thought are tools that kill and heal,
If we reach deep within ourselves,
We will see that the meaning of life,
Is trying to find meaning in life,
Dreams are ships that take us where we need to go,
As they sail the waters of Our Inner Universe.
~Colleen Anne Carroll
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
By William Wordsworth 1770–1850
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
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The Warm and the Cold
Freezing dusk is closing
Like a slow trap of steel
On trees and roads and hills and all
That can no longer feel.
But the carp is in its depth
Like a planet in its heaven.
And the badger in its bedding
Like a loaf in the oven.
And the butterfly in its mummy
Like a viol in its case.
And the owl in its feathers
Like a doll in its lace.
Freezing dusk has tightened
Like a nut screwed tight
On the starry aeroplane
Of the soaring night.
But the trout is in its hole
Like a chuckle in a sleeper.
The hare strays down the highway
Like a root going deeper.
The snail is dry in the outhouse
Like a seed in a sunflower.
The owl is pale on the gatepost
Like a clock on its tower.
Moonlight freezes the shaggy world
Like a mammoth of ice –
The past and the future
Are the jaws of a steel vice.
But the cod is in the tide-rip
Like a key in a purse.
The deer are on the bare-blown hill
Like smiles on a nurse.
The flies are behind the plaster
Like the lost score of a jig.
Sparrows are in the ivy-clump
Like money in a pig.
Such a frost
The flimsy moon
Has lost her wits.
A star falls.
The sweating farmers
Turn in their sleep
Like oxen on spits.
She is a breathing book
each night I touch her pages
delicately turn to find
her heart in letters
written by her hand…
Scent of vanilla
soft and sensuous
unveiling another thought
another smiling memory
another intimate piece of her…
And I read with such abandon
across her pages
my fingers trailing
her soft paper skin…
In her sighs
she speaks of
stories and sonnets
history and fantasy
blue skies and silvery silks…
I hear her voice
in the pages
wanting to know her
Now I take her into me
share my book with her
until we know
can read each glance
She is a book
and I love to read her pages…
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Try for a moment to imagine a personal world drained of emotion, a world where perspective disappears. Where strangers, friends, family, and lovers are all held in similar affection, where the events of the day have no obvious priority. There is no guide to deciding which task is most important, which dress to wear, what food to eat. Life is without meaning and with meaning has gone motivation. This colorless state of being—the very antithesis of the emotional outpouring experienced in grief—is exactly what happens to some victims of severe melancholic depression. Emotion drains away to be replaced by a visceral void.
When Darkness Falls
One large dark cloud in the sky
It can’t touch me from so high
Suddenly there is a crash
Then lightening begins to flash
Bullets of rain pelt my skin
I am cold from deep within
Alone I shiver in the dark night
Now too tired to scream or fight
© Jen Diamond , 2003
Talk to the hand, ’cause the face don’t want to hear it.
Good Morning everybody….
Well there was a post here….The people who read and or commented know what it was about. this morning I was made attent that the post on another blog here on wordpress was deleted …the reason ..I dont know and dont really care …it was bad in everyway and I needed to defend myself here with a post of my own . But now the offending post is gone there is no need to maintain the post which was here in this place. No need to carry on with hatefulness and tit for tat.
I could delete all of this and the comments but it will stay as a reminder and a memorial 🙂 No name and links of the person in question included )
Have a beautiful day 🙂