healing

feelings are certainly the hardest to fight against. How can you murder and then bury your feelings? Is it possible? or maybe, without being watered with hope those feelings will just die away like the leaves of trees in late fall? Is it time, in the end, that can kill what you feel or are there other feelings necessary to replace the old ones?.....

darkness falls...

Has it ever happened to you to be so blind and not see the signs that life has put forth along the way? You pass by, like a sleepwalker and you can't or won't see them; but they were there all the time. You keep remembering the smiles, the good words, the warm looks that person set on you, but you ignore all th erest- a word left unspoken, avoidance, the loss of interest, discussions never to be finished, topics never to be touched- all there, just to tell you straight in the face: "I don't want you around, I don't you to be part of my life!"

But in the end, I guess, we are BLIND because we don't want to lose our HOPE, blindness thus becomes synonym with hope. Ant you desperately try to hold on to your disease, because as long as you are blind you don't lose hope. Once you are cured of your blindness, hope fades away. We generally use to think and say that blindness is darkness as opposed to light and truth. But then, what sustains hope better - darkness/ blindness or truth / light? When do we most need hope?- When we are blind..., therefore the one that feeds hope the most is darkness. It's while walking blindly in the darkness that you see the tiniest flicker of light as a huge amound of hope. And you start believing that you can turn the feeble light of a candle into the melting overpowering light of the sun.

.... and you fail to realize that ain't possible.

That's your sin...

the beauty in us....

The beauty of the world is there open so generously to us.... the beauty of life is in us, in everybody's inner self. That beauty, though, needs to be let out.

There were times like the Renaissance, when that inner beauty and value needed and meant time and patience to be discovered... Such a spiritual voyage could take years- a voyage to discover the other- probably one of the hardest and most astinishing exploration, the exploration of the human soul.

But back then, time didn't mean money as it does now, so that voyage took even ages, it seemed, but in the end the prize was priceless.

Nowadays there's no time for that anymore, those have become trifles. Why waste timetalking to someone about things that should really matter? We have given up exploring the human soul, exploring the other, to take up exploring the universe.

Quite ironical, isn't it? We no longer know the one next to us, the friends even, but we aspire to conquer the universe...
Where is that curiosity to know the anatomy of the other's soul and mind? I long for that, I long to be discovered and to discover someone else's dream and aspirations, but also fears and flows... Why are we so afraid to show ourselves the way we really are???

Brav out Breizh !

France.... un mot qui contient toute la beaute du monde... un pays superbe qu'on aime le plus pour ses gens, pour la culture, pour la bonte de l'ame. La pensee seule a la France et je me laisse emportee par les sons de la Fest Noz, bien lois dans un coin de paradis- au Bretagne. Sur le petites ruelles des villages marins, entouree par le parfum sale de la mer sauvage, parmi les vagues, le vent et l'amour, les eglises en pierre et les menhirs de Carnac.... Une splendeur bien profonde qu'on pourrait jamais oublier, une splendeur de la simplicite, de la tenacite, de l'endurance. On n'a jamais assez de France, de ses contes et legendes, de ses forets et plages, de ses sourires toujours la pour toi, de ses chansons traditionnelles, de ses fetes de nuit pleines de la joie de vivre et de vivre sa vie a cote des amis.

On n'a jamais assez de Paris- ville des lumieres, de la boheme, des promenades a la tombee du soir, a la musique de l'accordeon, et au parfum du lilas.... la France est ou on decouvre l'amour, c'est la qu'avec son fiance on se promene sans fin...

wings

Tonight, the birds are flying more savagely and wildly than ever, carried away by the mad wind. The sky, mirror of the soul carshes itself against the world with its thickness and darkness. It's becoming too heavy to carry on just one's shoulders.....

Loneliness strangles, but breathlessly and painfully you continue your way just like Jonathan Livingstone, the seagull continued its flight. And alone, somehow stronger in your solitary voyage, and yet so much weaker, you go on, just hoping that maybe other solitary wandering soullike you would join you in your voyage, just hoping that your solitary endeavour had found its end.
But then you look up at the sky- the mirror of your soul and you see it's crying. You see its dark, dull colours- those of your life and you start longing for blue and light, and life, and someone....

rain falls like tears from the stars....

It's been raining for a couple of hours, and yet I feel as if fall has entered my soul, a chilly, frightening fall, heavy with salty rain and cloudy thoughts- a sky forever hiding its beauty behind a dull, dark curtain of misery