Piece of Heaven

Just an Ant´s Dream

2011-07-22T12:50:00.004+03:00

In a long forgotten land, between mountains of glass and metal lived Maila the ant. She was just your regular ant with dreams and hopes, with fears and doubts:

"I wish I could have seen the green forest our queen talks about!"

"Maybe the winter will be not so hard this year"

"Maybe I should start my own colony... Ah but who would follow me? Would I even be a good queen? The queen we have now is so wise; I could never be as good as she is."

"Our forest is so dangerous... I hear Mino and Mazi didn´t come back from gathering yesterday. You hear these types of stories more and more often these days. They had found a good sugar source a few days ago. Everyone used to be so proud of them... poor guys... Miko sais they might have been sucked in by the great metal monster, they always show up where the food is..."

That´s how she went about her busy day...gathering, working, cleaning, feeding the young...and at the same time thinking the same thoughts, day in and day out. Every day was the same... until she realized 45 days already passed...

"45 days... I have only 45 left....half way through... What for? Why do I do it all for?" she felt suddenly sick.

Her small brain didn´t reply to her questions anymore... it was quiet... the noises started to faint around her, her vision lost focus...

She must have stared into space for a long time, but she got the answer she was seeking... it was the same as before...only this time, since her mind was still, she could finally hear it... Her dream was always there, but the picture only started to take form out of the silence of her thoughts.

That night she packed a few leaves and said goodbye to everyone. With tears in their eyes they asked her where she is going. She wanted to tell them but she knew they would not understand, so she kept quiet.

"Far, she said! There is someone I have to meet. I will see you all when you get there."

"What do you mean?? We are not going anywhere", they answered.

"We all get there" she said, waved and started on her journey.
Maila left to find the picture that had been burned in her mind from the beginning of time.

~by Kami

If an ant can do it...

Thoughts Are Things

2011-07-21T15:33:00.000+03:00

I hold it true that thoughts are things

They´re endowed with bodies

and breath and wings:

And what we send them forth to fill

The world with good results, or ill.

That which we call out secret thought

Speeds forth to earth´s remotest spot

Leaving the blessing or it´s woes

Like tracks behind it as it goes.

We build our future, thought by thought

For good or ill, yet know it not.

Yet so the universe was wrought.

Thought is another name for fate;

Choose then thy destiny and wait,

For love brings love and hate brings hate.

by Henry Van Dyke

A Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime?

2009-10-18T18:44:00.012+03:00

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or
a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you
will know what to do for each person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON . . . It is
usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have
come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you
with guidance and support, to aid you physically,
emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a
godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason
you need them to be.

Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an
inconvenient time, this person will say or do something
to bring the relationship to an end.

Sometimes they die.
Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.

What we must realise is that our need has been met, our
desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you
sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON . . .
Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount
of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things
you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the
person, and put what you have learned to use in all
other relationships and areas of your life. It is said
that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

Author Unknown

Being a woman

2009-10-08T01:02:00.005+03:00

I got inspired by a dear friend’s blog... and started wondering what it means for me to be a woman. Here is what I came up with:

For me being a woman means being the moon in a men's life. Shining steadily on his life sky, sometimes hidden by the power of the sun, she is waiting patiently for her time to shine... and have no doubt, it always does :)
She is always there to soothe and heal the wounds of the hero, for part of her has always been a shaman of wellness, may it be through words, touch, intoxicating passion or a warm homespun bowl of soup. For being a woman is mostly about love, a love that knows no limits, a love as deep and as wide as the ocean, a never-ending, everlasting love...
Tolerance and respect for every living being is something that should blossom in the soul of every woman... for she is the spring of life and therefore she understands that which every mother feels no matter what colour or creed her child is bearing.
A woman knows that everything she desires starts inside her soul, she knows to respect herself first so that others will do so too, she knows herself so that in doing so she may know others.
She protects what needs protecting and offers unlimited freedom to the birds that need to fly. She has a smile that can melt the coldest ice and arms so wide that you can fit the whole world at her bosom. Her tears are worth more than diamonds and, be it for joy or sadness, the colours of her soul are always reflected in them.
But most of all a woman is herself... undefined by social or cultural expectations, she trusts her instinct to do and be what she is.

Thank you!

2009-08-17T10:18:00.003+03:00

Thank you God!

For making me a mortal
... so I can live every moment like it was my last;
For giving me five senses
... plus an intuition to complete them.

Thank you Silence!

For every begining
... which is dorment within you;
For being there
... when thoughts run wild and words are unnecessary;

Thank you Chaos!

For everything that goes wrong
... in order to go right;
For the diversity
... that makes everything new and worth addapting to.

Than you Universe!

For your laws
... that teach me how to walk safely on the paths of life;
For the abundance
... that sprouts in every grain of sand so it can blossom into a new life.

Thank you Love!

For being the sunshine
... of my every waking day;
For wrapping your arms around me
... soothing my wounds and silencing my mind.

Thank you for my Belief!

For giving me the fuel to move forward
... when nothing else is left and my body is dry.
For being the moon
... when the sun is sleeping and my path is clouded by the night.

by Kami

Gratitude

2009-08-07T14:00:00.003+03:00

My dear friends I am back in business... or should I say blog life :))
It has been a period of radical change in my life, I made some decisions that I have been putting off.
And here I am, breaking the boundaries of comfort, living in Germany, a country in which I can't speak the language (yet).
Life is green and peaceful here, the air is clean, everything seems to be in perfect order (though bureaucracy is as bad as in Romania), the bus driver is smiling and Germans are garden maniacs.

What I can say is that following your heart makes you happier than most thorough planning.
So here I am in a wonderful mood basking in the sunlight and being thankful for my wonderful friends and the richness they have brought to my life, and for all the things we take for granted...
like the internet and the technology which keeps me in touch with you and my family and so much more... Hope you'll have fun with this :)

Remind yourself every day...

2009-07-08T10:18:00.004+03:00

Some things are worth remembering...

‘Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we to be brilliant, beautiful, talented, and fabulous. But honestly, who are you to not be so?

You are a child of God, small games do not work in this world. For those around us to feel peace, it is not example to make ourselves small. We were born to express the glory of god that lives in us. It is not in some of us, it is in all of us. While we allow our light to shine, we unconsciously give permission for others to do the same. When we liberate ourselves from our own fears, simply our presence may liberate others.’

- Marianne Williamson

Because I Love You

2009-06-13T21:02:00.002+03:00

My soul mate, my friend, my parent,
The one I barely saw while I was running to catch the bus,
The ones that have shared wisdom and advice with me,
Those that have given their shoulder for me to cry on,
Those that I once disliked because I didn't understand myself,
The ones that I have shared misfortunes and immense joy with,
The friends I lost track of, the ones I have just found...
The old lady that was selling buttons in the subway
To all the ones I did not mention, to those I didn't meet
Or will never get the chance to...
This is my gift for you...

Reteta pentru suflet

2009-06-06T11:20:00.011+03:00

Afectiune:
Simt in piept... noduri inexplicabile, fara esenta si gust,
Credinte si ganduri ruginite intepenite in cotloane de suflet.

Reteta:
Las apa cristalina sa se reverse in cutia toracica
Valuri imense cu poale de spuma bolborosesc, susurand
In sufletul meu volane zglobii si vesele soptesc
Despre viata si iubire,
De cantec albastru si de nemurire.
Frunze crude imi cresc printre tendoanele inimii
Flori albe si rosii mi se rostogolesc stralucitoare prin vene.
In maini imi apar fructe zemoase si dulci...
Natura renaste ca o primavara tarzie in sufletul meu.

Asa ma joc eu cu gandurile si starile negative ^-^ Mai multe solutii puteti gasi pe blogul lui Mugur.

Suflet dezbracat

2009-04-24T17:49:00.007+03:00

De cateva saptamani sunt obsedata aproape de aceasta melodie dar mai ales de versurile ei... Cuvintele se transforma si se rumenesc in varta inimii mele incercand sa prinda o forma, am simtit ca ea atinge fiecare fibra a mea si totusi ceva imi scapa. Acum stiu, iar inima mea este libera sa zboare, aripile ei se pot intinde atingand orizonturile din cele doua zari, bratele mele se pot deschide pentru a cuprinde lumea si in ia, viata... gandurile mele se pot odihni in liniste.

In vinerea mare versurile au prins noi semnificatii... pe care sunt sigura ca le veti vedea si voi ascunse printre cuvinte.

Si totusi, de ce ii sacrificam pe cei cu suflete mari si calde? De ce ii ranim/rastignim pe cei care ofera iubire mai presus de orice, pe cei care isi deschid sufletele in fata noastra? Pe cei care umbla "goi" fara masti si fara armuri? Oare a devenit purtarea de haine si de machiaj o cerinta sociala si pentru suflet si atunci simtim ca trebuie sa ii responsabilizam si pe ei sa se "imbrace"? Sau poate ca ne doare vazandu-le puritatea pentru ca ne aminteste de propria inima care tanjeste...

"Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none, left but the last one, free, unhesitatingly."

De ce ne sacrificam frumusetea si bogatia propriului suflet? De ce il lasam sa moara pentru lucruri marunte, asa cum descria mult prea bine Leo in ultima ei postare? De ce lasam vocea Criticului sa ne ucida visele si sa le lase sa moara? De ce alegem sa murim putin cate putin, cand putem iubi din ce in ce mai mult? Ce ne impiedica ne aratam pentru ceea ce suntem? Nu vrem sa fim rastigniti de catre ceilalti?! Poate ca nu s-ar intampla daca si noi la randul nostru am inceta sa ii ranim pe cei cu inimi de aur.Tocmai pentru ca stim ca ei vin la noi cu bratele deschise si pieptul dezgolit vom alege sa lasam sulita jos si sa ii imbratisam, sa sa ii tinem de mana sau macar sa ne in indreptam sulita in alta directie si sa ne continuam drumul nostru razboinic, daca asta e tot ce putem face....

I can't help but wonder...

"Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home."

P.S. Gabitzu aceasta postare este pentru sufletul tau care merita sa fie iubit si apreciat pentru adevarata lui stralucire si pentru sufletul nostru al tuturor care merita sa fie liber si sa iubeasca indiferent de circumstante. Pentru ca iubirea schimba totul!

Noaptea

2009-04-13T15:21:00.006+03:00

Pasi...
Imprastiati sporadic pe asfalt,
Ca frunzele tacute si stinghere
Rascolite prin sufletului meu,
Se lasa purtati de vant
Pe cai nestiute inca de mine,
Printre platani albi si muti...

Undeva, ascuns printre ramuri
Sta atarnat un vis
Invelit in cocon moale de iubire,
Legat cu fire argintii de ramura sperantei,
Doarme...

Zumzet de aripi albe il cheama la joaca...

Intre umbrele si sunetele noptii,
Pe lac, nuferii musca din luna...

~by Kami

Suflete mici si calde...

2009-04-06T02:28:00.006+03:00

E primavara… soarele a iesit de printre nori caldura ne imbie pe toti sa iesim prin parcuri si gradini, copiii se joaca strulubatici pe langa bunicii sau parintii care ii privesc cu grija si afectiune. Pasarile ciripesc vesele si lipsite de griji.

Dar undeva, intr-un colt de lume, nestiuti poate de nimeni, uitati pana si de cei care le-au dat viata sunt suflete calde si mici... care au nevoie de noi. Ei nu au nici macar o paturica sau un locsor pe care sa il numeasca al lor pentru mult timp...

Poate ca nu le putem oferi asta, insa fiecare poate sa ii ajute, cat de putin, in felul nostru...

Copiii orfani de la casa din Damaroaia au nevoie de hainute noi, pentru ca cele de iarna sunt mult prea groase pentru a se juca in ele acum. Haideti alaturi de noi sa incercam sa facem Pastele acestor copii mai vesel si mai frumos!

Ar fi frumos daca am reusi sa mobilizam mica noastra comunitate online in acest sens. Daca credeti ca este o cauza demna, poate veti posta si voi pe blog apelul nostru si poate ca astfel, vom strange suficienti banuti pentru a merge din nou la Spitalul Marie Curie sa inveselim copiii bolnavi de cancer(desigur cu prietenul tuturor copiilor, clovnul cel simpatic).

Pentru banuti:
Cont IBAN RO95RZBR0000060009873477 , Radu Andrei, Banca Raiffeisen , Filiala Dr. Taberei, Bucuresti (treceti va rugam pe OP numele dumneavoastra pentru a avea o evidenta la zi)

Ultima zi este joi 23.04.2009, dupa care va voi anunta cand si unde ne vom intalni pentru a inmana copiilor hainutele si cadourile (cumparate din contributiile dumneavoastra) cu propriile maini, ca un adevarat iepuras de Paste.

Haideti sa aducem alinare si un strop de bucurie acestor suflete mici si calde...

Va multumim!
~ Kami si Andrei

My sacrifice

2009-04-03T05:19:00.010+03:00

Nu vreau sa adorm... ma agat cu disperare de fiecare clipa de luciditate, de fiecare farama de viata, de fiecare gand, de fiecare sunet...
Nu vreau sa dorm, nu vreau sa uit, nu vreau sa pierd nici o clipa...

Corpul aproape ca nu ma mai asculta si ma implora sa ii acord cateva momente de pace.
Pana si mintea ma tradeaza tentandu-ma cu senzatii de confort iluzorii, cu vise calde si fantasme imbietoare ce nu au fost si nici nu vor fi reale.

O clipa de liniste? De ce am nevoie de tine?

Da, stiu! Fug de tine inconstient nenorocit, cu sinceritatea ta absurda, cu incapatanarea ta de a nu ma lasa sa fiu... asa cum vreau! Stiu ca nu vreau sa te las sa iti faci de cap. Nu, nu acum! Orice, dar nu acum!

Vrei sa vorbim cum o faceam inainte?... Vrei sa te ascult cum imi spui povesti?... Vrei sa iti spun povesti noi din lumea in care ma zbat?...

Of, copil mic si neascultator... cand o sa intelegi ca nu mai pot? Cand o sa vezi ca am nevoie de tine si ca indiferent ce fac tot la tine ma voi intoarce...

Daca mi-e teama? Nu, ne cunoastem de prea mult timp pentru asta... Si tu si eu stim ca ne iubim prea mult si nu e loc de teama intre noi.

De ce nu vreau? Ce crezi ca vor spune ceilalti? Nu ti se pare ca ii sperii destul? Iti dai seama ce spui? Va trebui sa schimbam totul... eu voi fi tu si tu vei fi eu...

Daca conteaza ce spun ei? Da stiu, avem multe de facut si asta e mai important decat ce spun si cred ei, dar totusi...

Acesta va fi sacrificiul meu...
Ma intorc la tine copile... ridica-te, si hai sa incepem calatoria in aceeasi barca, hai sa zburam impreuna!

P.S. Videoclipul mi se pare genial!!! Pentru un psihanalist este o mina de aur ^-^ ( de versuri nici nu mai zic)

Hero

2009-04-03T04:45:00.001+03:00

Finding the Hero in buried deep within...

Forever...

2009-03-30T00:16:00.006+03:00

I give my love forever though most will never understand what that means or how that translates into words... Love is my weapon of choice and I use it as a flower which I place at your feet in humility. Though you have chosen to step on it... turn your back on it... or pick it up with care, it is still there... it is a gift I will never take back or turn away from.
Every time you will call I will answer, every time you will need me I will be there though you might think differently cause you want something I can not provide, though you might not see me or hear my voice.

My thoughts will run to you from time to time,
just to make sure you are ok...
My love will flow to you from wherever I am,
surrounding you with care and peace,
I will send angels to protect you with their strong wings
I will pray God to grant you infinite wisdom and courage
I will light candles in silence
hoping your life will be filled with happiness and joy...

Sometimes you need to love someone enough to let them go, even if it burns you inside, even if the ground is moving beneath your feet, even if your whole world is threatening to crumble as its pillars are falling one by one...

You remain suspended on a single spider thread of love... and you hold on... praying you have done the right thing...

~by Kami

Vis de portocala

2009-03-26T22:02:00.003+02:00

Daca m-ai stoarce ca pe o portocala coapta...
Oare mirosul meu ti se va strecura in piele?
Oare samburii mei se vor transforma in cenusa cuprinsa fiind in pumnul tau...
sau vor incolti dezvelind frunzulite verzi si gingase
ce vibreaza de energie?
Oare ma vei lua cu tine sa radiez aroma si culoare in visele tale?
Ma vei tine in causul cald al palmelor tale soptindu-mi :"Grow!Grow!"
Ah, dar am uitat sa intreb...
Tie iti plac portocalele?...

~Kami

Hug

2009-03-20T21:47:00.004+02:00

Sometimes I feel lost in the shadows of the forest.

I seek the light among the trees, cause I seem to forget it always shines from above. I cuddle next to a tree root trying to sink my feet deep in the ground, so deep that I can reach the underground stream... I wrap my arms around the tree trunk, resting my face on it's rugged bark, crying my tears of hope, breathing my love through the cracks.

This is my tree... more than any tree I have encountered in my way, it is another special and unique type of human being on this planet. In it's arms I have found a lost piece of my soul... in it's arms I found comfort when I could find it nowhere else.

It is my friend and my brother, my sister and my mother, my love and my passion, my life and my vision... It is my connection...

~by Kami

Haiku

2009-03-17T12:16:00.008+02:00

Parfum de roua,
In ochii tai…
se dezlantuie potopul.

***

Frunze arse
in nori insangerati,
Vara se varsa in fum.

***

Ou de fulger…
Imobila tresarire a materiei.

~Kami

Dubla metamorfoza

2009-03-15T20:16:00.004+02:00

Din samburele geaman explodeaza lumina:
Vrejul alb, ce patrunde prin gauri din timp...
Pilon, pentru spatiul, cu-aroma de nufar.
Metamorfoza…
Sfera cristal in lac de mercur.

~Kami

OSHO about Love

2009-03-13T22:52:00.004+02:00

"Bhagwan, dumneavoastra sunteti tot ce mi-am dorit vreodata sau mi-am putut dori vreodata. Atunci, de ce este atat de multa rezistenta in mine impotriva ta?" Osho

Iata de ce: daca esti profund indragostit de mine, va exista si o rezistenta profunda. Ele se echilibreaza una pe cealalta. Oriunde exista dragoste exista si rezistenta. Din orice loc de care te simti puternic atras ti-ar placea sa si evadezi, pentru ca a fi puternic atras, inseamna sa incerci abisul si sa constati ca nu mai esti tu insuti.

Cand dragostea este puternica, ego-ul poate incerca sa triumfe, dar este o batalie pierduta. De aceea multi oameni traiesc fara dragoste, preferand un ego triumfator. Insa atunci cand din libertate vine si capitularea, omul se imbraca de o sublima frumuste iar esenta sa launtrica ii innobileaza mintea superficiala.

Am gasit acest fragment intr-una din postarile lui gabitzu si am fost incantata sa il redescopar pe Osho cu aceeasi prospetime cu care il citeam in liceu. Imi amintesc cu amuzament cum ma revoltam cateodata impotriva ideilor lui prea “revolutionare” pentru mine in acea perioada, si iata, doar peste cativa ani, am ajuns sa imbratisez multe din aceleasi idei pe care le gaseam inacceptabile atunci.

Cand am inceput acest blog nu credeam ca o sa scriu atat de mult despre iubire, sub o forma sau alta. Dar e atat de frumos sa simt cum sufletul meu se dilata la fiecare rand... sa las viata sa curga prin mine ca un rau...

Love, surrender, trust, are like swimming.

There is no other way to know me except by entering me. You say you have never loved. Unless you love, how will you know? You say you have never been in any deep, intimate relationship. Unless you are, how you are going to know it?

Love, surrender, trust, are like swimming. You have to go to the river. You cannot make it a condition that you will not get into the river unless you know swimming. If you make that condition you will never learn, because there is no other way to learn it. You have to go, cautiously of course, slowly of course; there is no need to go to the deepest part. But enter -- find a spot where you can learn swimming and where you are not afraid to die.

Don't enter into me, just give your hand to me. That's what sannyas is. It is just a beginning, the beginning of the beginning. It is just a gesture on your part that you are ready to come with me. When you go swimming, you have to trust the Master who teaches you. It is dangerous, because who knows? But if you trust, by and by, you become capable, capable of going to the deeper parts of the river.

Once you know swimming, then there is no fear. Whether it is Six feet deep, or six thousand feet deep makes no difference once you know swimming.

I don't say take the jump. I simply say, slowly enter the river. Remain near the bank where you can feel that any time, if there is danger, you can get back to the bank. Just give your hand to me, just trust. And there is no other way. To know what trust is, one has to trust. To know what love is, one has to love.

OSHO

Am invatat...

2009-03-12T20:00:00.005+02:00

Am invatat sa iubesc azi
pentru ca maine poate nu voi mai fi aici,

Am invatat sa spun multumesc,
Pentru darurile vietii,

Am invatat ca gandurile si sentimentele mele
sunt creioanele care imi coloreaza viitorul,

Am invatat ca indiferent cate faci
unele lucruri pur si simplu nu iti sunt menite,

Am invatat sa accept provocarile vietii
pentru ca doar asa evoluez,
Sa imi ascult intuitia
si sa am grija sa nu o confund cu frica,

Am invatat ca cercul de confort e trambulina pentru a iesi din el,

Am invatat ca si eu si tu putem avea dreptate,
chiar daca avem pareri diferite,

Am invatat ca e mai simplu sa spun adevarul,
chiar daca prin asta ma plasez pe marginea prapastiei,

Am invatat ca solutia mea
nu este intodeauna si ceea ce ai tu nevoie,

Am invatat ca singura persoana pe care o pot salva cu adevarat sunt eu,
Iar catre ceilalti, tot ce pot face este sa intind o mana
sau poate doua...

Am invatat ca exista o cunoastere in spatele cunoasterii,
si ca informatia nu este putere, decat in masura in care e aplicata,

Am invatat ca daca oferi, universul iti ofera si mai mult,

Am invatat ca nu tu ma enervezi, ma superi sau ma faci sa rad
ci eu sunt cea care reactioneaza asa la comportamentul tau,

Am invatat ca cea mai sigura cale spre esec
este sa incerci sa multumesti pe toata lumea,

Am invatat ca eu sunt responsabila de propriile alegeri,
chiar si atunci cand refuz sa le iau,

Am invatat ca ceea ce cred
imi influenteaza viata mai mult decat orice altceva,

Am invatat ca la iubire nu poti renunta
pentru ca face parte din tine,

Am invatat ca viata e un joc,
in care nu intodeauna cei care iau premiu sunt cei care au avut de castigat,

Am invatat si inca mai invat...

~Kami

Inspirat de postarea lui Another Partisan. Multumesc!

What if ...

2009-03-08T13:00:00.006+02:00

I dream of the day when this world will bring harmony to the principles of yin and yang. I dream of the day when we will not need to assign days in order for us to celebrate the beauty in our souls, because we will remember to do it every single moment.
I dream of the day all differences will be celebrated...

What if I was not a woman
And you were not a man?
What if love was the only word
we used for each other?

What if when I would say
"I know you."
These would be words
you couldn't understand?

What if I spent a lifetime
feeling you, hearing you,
discovering and rediscovering my love for you?
What if I pledged my soul
to honoring your being?

What if I left your freedom untouched
and gave you even more?
What if I never made up my mind
on how you are and what you do?

What if I let you teach me
the infinite ways you breathe your life?
What if there was beauty and harmony
in the way our differences blended together?

What if we would be like this
each single minute of each single day...

~by Kami

Silence the Ego

2009-03-07T21:14:00.008+02:00

Space and time... can't stand this line
For there's things I can not be
And there's things I cannot see.

Get beyond the things you know,
Get past all the tings that stow...
Irony and pain,
All these things that make us vain
Spawns of Ego they may be
Setting modes into a spree
"Faster, faster get for me!"
Ego's voice keeps taunting the.

"Silence!" is hearts only shout
And that's your only way out.
So...whip my Ego as u please
Rid me of it's mind disease.

Boundaries are made to shatter,
Love, grace is our textual matter!

~by Kami

Pebbles

2009-03-05T07:22:00.002+02:00

Another dream gets redrafted
in the workshop of my heart.

As waves splash
on the shores of my mind,
I let thoughts slide... like pebbles
on the slopes of this rocky mountain, called life.

I wait for them patiently
cause I know... the ones that hold the truth will make it down...

and ripple the surface of my soul...

~by Kami

Sending loving ripples to you all!

Deep waters

2009-03-03T02:23:00.007+02:00

If "still waters run deep"...
How far can you see into the ocean of my soul?

Did you see the hand reaching out just beneath the surface?
Did you see the panther lurking...
Just waiting for you to get close enough
So she can devour you... in love?

Could you feel the warmth of the underwater rivers of lava
Flowing when you were around?
Could you feel the rhythm of the drums beating against your chest?

No? What were you listening to?

See behind that image of me...
How far are you willing to dive to discover the underwater treasures?
And tell me ... how many pearls can your hands hold?

~by Kami

Multumesc pentru filmuletz ajnanina!

Metamorfoza

2009-03-01T13:15:00.009+02:00

Dragi mei,va multumesc pentru ca ati fost alaturi de mine pentru o noua metamorfoza a sufletului meu. Ultimele zile au fost destul de interesante si de ciudate in acelasi timp. Era ca si cum in mine existau in acelasi timp doua niveluri diferite de constinta. Parca un "arc de lumina"(cum spune ajnanina atat de frumos) unea un Eu trecut cu cel prezent. Poate ati observat dualitatea din ultimele mele postari...

Am acceptat asta si mi-am permis sa traiesc aceasta stare si sa ascult pe fiecare in parte, integrandu-le. Si pentru ca "In order to gain something of a higher nature, you need to give up something of a lower nature" iata jertfa mea. Cateva randuri care imi erau prea dragi pentru a le arde pe rugul transformarii. It's time to let them go...

Metamorfoza

M-am imbracat in coaja de copac ca sa m-ascund de tine, si frunze mi-au crescut in par. In loc de ochii mi-au rasarit azi flori de prun. In locul gol lasat de… vant in pieptul meu, privighetoarea-si face astazi cuib. Venele-mi sunt acum fire de iedera ce-mi acopera gandurile.

M-am scufundat in pamant ca sa nu ma mai poti fura si mi-au crescut tepi ca sa nu ma mai poti atinge. Nu stii sa iubesti ce nu poti vedea, nu stii sa simti decat ceea ce poti atinge. Murit-am pentru tine acum. Ascunsa-n padurea umbrita a ochilor tai astept… Nu, nu pe tine!

Pasii tai au strivit prima mea frunza, mainile tale-au rupt bobocul necopt ce-mi crestea pe un umar… si eu te-am lasat…, fiindca iubeam lumina.

Astept… soarele de primavara!

~Kami

Si l-am gasit, cald si minunat asa cum stiam intodeauna ca va fi, cu o inima mare, mare si foarte jucausa. Stralucirea lui tandra face ca bobocii din sufletul meu sa infloreasca pentru ca acesta este destinul soarelui, si al meu... pentru ca primavara nu poate fi oprita...

O primavara frumoasa tuturor, sub stralucirea soarelui vostru!

Good enough for love

2009-02-28T21:49:00.007+02:00

As I try to write this my emotional shield keeps turning on to stop the words from flowing on the paper… This is definitely not in my comfort zone limits but what the heck..

I spent a lifetime trying to get people to love me, trying to be perfect for them, giving everything so that they will be happy.

I hated myself for not being what they expected of me. I felt useless and helpless seeing I can’t match their expectations. It seemed whatever I did it was not good enough. But then again it never is, is it?

Every criticism turned into a dagger slashing my heart as my mind kept flashing the sign:

NOT GOOD ENOUGH
NOT GOOD ENOUGH
NOT GOOD ENOUGH

But I was good enough for GOD since He/She created me this way. I must be good enough, right?

We are all good enough, I don’t care what you did or what you did not do. I don’t care if you can’t read or write, it’s not about skills and abilities, it’s not about how many languages you can speak or how many hours you can run on a treadmill.

It’s all about love, respect and appreciation.

It’s funny how each belief that you hold seems to be reflected at you by the people around you, how you manage to sabotage yourself just before getting that job you always wanted or the relationship of your dreams.

The same way you manage to hurt the people who care about you so that your mind can say once again:“See I was right, you are not good enough”

Even so there are always people who love you for who you are, who appreciate and value you without expecting you to change or be better or just different.They are God's gift to us to remind us that he loves us no matter what!

True love is non-controlling and non-directive. We know this instinctively and we keep seeking it…

Loving yourself it’s a hard lesson to learn. Accepting your flaws and your shortcomings with the same love you embrace your qualities…

You will reach a point where you don’t see flaws in other people anymore, you see the light that shines from within, you see the untapped power lurking beneath the surface. You don’t see them as being mean and aggressive anymore, you see the pain they are trying to hide, you see their longing for love and the childish manner in which they are trying to get it.

I am what I am and if it’s good enough for God, it must be good enough for me and everyone else.

Poate ca sunt prea idealista… dar cred mai presus de orice in iubire. O iubire ce nu are sfarsit, in care ai incredere totala in celalalt, o iubire in care respectul si libertatea sunt nesfarsite, o iubire in care esti tu esti TU si eu sunt EU... iubind total, absolut si fara limite.

Misconceptions and generalizations (or how we kill with words)

2009-02-27T12:25:00.018+02:00

The other day someone said to me: “You are a poetess”. My mind went crazy… "NO I am not!" I couldn’t actually say it though, since I am writing poems sometimes…

I didn’t think much of it at the time, though a nasty feeling kept bugging me, and then, the other night my neurology lightened up.

I was enjoying a divine chocolate and fruit fondu (I can tell you where to get it ^-^) with my dear friend Anca, and one thing leading to another we started talking about my blog.

My friend has a strong auditory digital inclination (for those who are not familiar with NLP this means her mind is predominantly working with concepts and logic, for her everything needs to make sense).

She said she doesn’t understand why anyone would want to write “coded” poems, with metaphors that no one will ever understand, at least not in the way the author meant it. Why don’t I simply say what I have to say? She said to me: “You know, ,poets trying to convey things this way is the most illogical thing ever, they just don’t make any sense to me. I don’t know why, but when I think of a poet, I think of a total woos”

And BAMM! All of a sudden everything made sense. But lets take it one step at a time.

First, I will go into the reasons why metaphors are useful. Some of you might have heard of the way metaphors affect the human mind, some might even be familiar with the work of Milton Ericson. He found that hypnosis and metaphors are the best and fastest way for “bringing in rapport your conscious and unconscious mind”, for helping you get the results you want in your life.

Robert Dilts sais it is one of the 7 patterns of Mastery “The Ability to Access the Conscious-Unconscious Interface” (other ways of achieving this, except through metaphors, are: prayer, meditation and self-hypnosis).

Besides, this is a part of me. I love symbols and metaphors. I thrive on supercharging words with meaning and nuances. I think this is how words come to life, they are not static anymore, they become a process… moving, breathing, giving life to new words and meanings in the deeper layers of your mind.

Everything I write is not about me anymore, it becomes about you and how you relate to it. You get to translate it according to your map of the world, you get to feel what you say to yourself by reading what someone else was saying to himself.

You get to relate to yourself by relating to me… (metaphorically presented in my last post ^-^ ).

Hopefully I am not being too metaphorical again and this makes a bit of sense to my auditory digital friends. (love you guys <3)

But for God’s sakes… I am not a poetess (<-nominalization)!!! I feel like you are killing my soul whenever you say this to me.

According to Robert Dilts when we are doing a nominalization you are “bringing a process or verb from a deep structure to what APPEARS to be an event or a thing in surface structure”.

“I” just write… and “I” is all what I wrote on my last post and much more. I am not a thing and I refuse your labels on me. I am a metaphor of God, just like you ... For like a metaphor, we were given a form but we are free to grow and evolve, free to be what we want to be and live how we choose.

And now back to misconceptions.

Let’s be honest… What comes to mind when you say the word poet?

If you were raised in a culture similar to mine, your image about such a person is not at all nice, empowering or anything similar. If you are anything like me and everyone else I asked you will get an airy-fairy image of an overly emotional, slightly emo, depressive, half dunked, half stoned, promiscuous and unstable person.

Umm….how would you like to have that image stuck to your forehead?

I know I wouldn’t…

It’s not your fault society build up this image through one generalization after another, but lets not get ourselves dragged into it.

I thank my dear friends Andrei and Anca or bringing forth this realization. No wonder I quit writing when people started perceiving me this way, no wonder I hated hearing this word in the same sentence as my name, no wonder I had mixed feelings about writing.

What are the labels stuck on you?
What do people call you and you know it doesn’t suit you?
How do you perceive yourself as a result of these labels?
Did you ever think “I am an artist, therefore I can not manage a business”?
How about “I am a spiritual person, therefore I am poor”?
“I don’t have my ideal weight, so guys don’t like me”?
What other limiting thoughts have you been holding about yourself and others?
How have these labels been holding you back from doing what you want to do?
What labels are you currently using for others?

Lavinia’s post on the futility of horoscopes triggered this label deleting process for me and I am forever indebted to her.

For you are not a Virgo, and I am not a poet. You may think mostly in a logical sequential manner and me mostly using the lateral thinking pattern…but strangely enough the best problem solvers and solution finders of this century say you need both types of thinking to reach the best solutions.

So don’t shut me out because my way is not familiar to you.

Let’s put our minds together so we can find better, more effective and nurturing solutions for this world and for our lives.

Put logic in my strains of thought and I will put meaning into yours, so that the process we may start together can be effective and fruitful.

Thank you:
- to Andrei and Anca for bringing into conscious light generalizations and limiting beliefs I was not aware off (you guys rock <3!);

-to Cristian Mihai for teaching me not to “put people in coffins”
-to Dan for introducing me to the concept of lateral thinking (I didn’t know what I was doing before ^-^)
-to Lavinia for her enlightening post;
-to Mugur, Cristian Lisandru, Zenko, ajnanina, Adrian and everyone here for giving me the courage and the support to go on writing

Eu sau poate Tu...

2009-02-25T21:08:00.011+02:00

Eu sunt singurul inceput si sfarsit pe care il cunosc, la fel de veche ca universul, la fel de noua ca germenele care incolteste in aceasta secunda. Sunt neschimbata de atunci, dar alta in fiecare clipa, iar clipa ce tocmai s-a dus face prezentul trecut si il transforma-n amintire. Despre viitor ce as putea sa spun… el nu exista decat in imaginatia noastra... care este si ea o amintire...

De altfel, nu exista decat un singur timp “A FI” si nu exista decat o singura conjugare “EU SUNT”, pentru ca tu nu existi fara mine. Eu sunt lumina care te scoate pe tine si tot ce te inconjoara din umbra, care iti da forma, viata, culoare. Eu ma reflect in tine si tu esti reflexia mea. Ma uit la tine si ma vad pe mine, cu toate calitatile si defectele mele, cu toata stralucirea si umbrele interioare.

Eu sunt cea care plange si cea care rade. Mai mult de atat, eu sunt lacrimile neplanse si veselia interioara. Si daca ti s-a intamplat sa ma vezi plangand sa nu crezi ca doar eu eram cea care plange, pentru ca ceea ce ai vazut erau si lacrimile tale.

Azi nu sunt altfel decat eram ieri. Asemeni unui diamant ce focalizeaza o raza de soare, eu sunt acum fateta care il reflecta, maine poate ca unghiul sub care va cadea lumina va fi altul si atunci eu iti voi parea diferita. Tot eu, insa ceea ce vei observa va fi o alta fateta... a ta... a mea sau poate a amandorura...

Eu sunt in acelasi timp si iubire si ura. Daca iti arat iubire este pentru ca am absorbit ura, daca iti arat bucurie, este pentru ca am inglobat tristetea. Esenta este UNA. Eu insa, aleg in fiecare clipa ce sa manifest, ce absorb si ce daruiesc. Eu sunt in acelasi timp inger si demon, efemera prin natura mea umana si eterna prin sclipirea divina, haos si ordine, materie si spirit.

Constient pe tine nu te voi cunoaste niciodata, oricat de multe as stii despre tine, mintea mea nu va putea cuprinde totalitatea fatetelor tale. De altfel, nu ma cunosc si nu ma inteleg in acest fel nici macar pe mine. Intuitiv insa, te cunosc de o eternitate, pentru ca asta sunt si eu...

~Kami

Am preluat leapsa de la Mugur, ce-i drept intr-o versiune mult mai metaforica. Pentru ca granitele dintre noi sunt scuturi pe care noi le inventam, si pentru ca in esenta suntem toti parte al aceluias intreg... eu pot fi tu si tu poti fi eu. Traim intr-un univers dualist, un univers al polaritatilor si uneori ne lasam furati de aceasta iluzie. Putem fi orice... noi suntem cei care focalizam lumina...

Reading into my tears...

2009-02-25T03:50:00.013+02:00

How could I ever explain the tears running down my face?
How could I ever explain the new type of heaven I felt in your arms?

It’s true, I can’t read your mind, but my heart can read your soul and that’s all it took…for me to feel the way I do.

There is no excuse for loving (see, I can say it now) without common sense, for throwing yourself off a mountain and believing God might put some wings on your back. There is no excuse for love, you just give it, without expecting anything back…maybe just hoping that someone will feel it. For it is in the giving that love blossoms, and only in demanding that love dies.

I gave my heart…for your smile that heals, taking away every worry I have in this world.
I gave my heart…for your eyes that hold infinite oceans of kindness and care.

And what if we lived in a world where writers had no words, and safety experts had no harnesses? Maybe we would grow wings to support us and tears might run down our faces to show how we feel...

Tears for the strong light I see shining in you,
Tears for how you make me feel,
Simple tears for your divine passion for life,
Just one... for the feeling we had when our eyes first met,
Blissful tears of thank you, for the piece of heaven you brought to my life,
Another one for how much I regret not being an eagle, as you, so we could fly together on the top of the world,
And way too many tears for my endless (stupid*) love.

Sometimes I think God didn’t give me enough brain to manage my ever-growing heart, for sometimes I can’t make sense of this world… All I can do is love, and that is not enough….

For eagles are meant to fly free
And love and memories are meant to settle in the nest of my heart.

~by Kami

P.S. Thank you for a piece of heaven! ^-^
P.P.S. To those who think no one is worth your tears… think again.

Amagiri

2009-02-21T03:24:00.009+02:00

Luna îmi striveşte fiinţa. Mă frâng sub greutatea haloului ei, ma pierd in beatitudine firului de nisip…
Lipsita de gânduri, privata de simţuri, libera, in sfârşit libera de sentimente…
Fantezie, o simpla fantezie a unui muritor ce se simte sfâşiat in fiecare clipa, chinuit de extreme, atras de polarităţi.
Asta sunt eu, o fiinţă ce pluteşte parca deasupra a toţi si a toate încercând sa înainteze…dar către ce? Unde sa merg când nu exista direcţie, când nu exista spaţiu si timp, când visele mor si iluziile se năruiesc la fiecare pas.
Te-am căutat din totdeauna si te-am găsit doar pentru a te pierde mai apoi si a te regăsi la fel de proaspăt, la fel de viu in aceleaşi priviri.
Îmi pare ca cineva te-a fragmentat, ti-a spart fiinţa strălucitoare in mii de cioburi de cristal si le-a suflat asupra omenirii. Iar eu…eu găsesc o părticică din sufletu-ti minunat in ochi străini si in acelasi timp familiari, in vise si adevăruri pe jumătate spuse, pe jumătate uitate.
Simt o dorinţă aproape materială de absolut, am nevoie de prezenta ta si nimeni si nimic nu iţi poate substitui fiinţa.
Am obosit, iar amăgirile îmi golesc o parte din ceea ce îmi era atât de drag…

~Kami

In urma discutiei cu Mugur din postarea precedenta, mi-am amintit ca am scris candva ceva legat de durerea si confuzia pe care o poate produce cautarea "jumatatii". Va doresc sincer sa cautati perfectiunea in voi, sa gasiti fericirea din clipa aceasta, sa va umpleti inima cu iubire pentru voi si pentru toti cei din jur... si atunci el/ea va aparea... perfect, complet asa cum sunteti si voi.
Cum spunea si minunatul documentar postat de Mugur, "Love & Gratitude" acesta este portativul vietii.

More reasons to love a woman

2009-02-19T02:01:00.007+02:00

This morning, when you looked into my eyes…

…could you see last night's dream peaking through my lashes?
…could you see my heart’s iris opening, while I was reaching for your hug?

…did you hear me chanting abundance hums over your morning coffee?
…did you see the light cocoon spinning over you, while I was fixing your tie?

…could you see the stars rise in my eyes as I called your name?
…could you smell my skin, turning to incense as you kissed my neck?

…did you see my winged shadow next to you… all day through?
…did you see my heart dance as a firefly cause you remembered to call?

…could you feel the “dream catcher” seal in my goodnight kiss?
...

~by Kami

(Inspired by Paul's post over the things that make a woman beautiful.)

I invite you to give the 10th reason for loving a woman. And if you can think of more I am all ears. ^-^

Did I ever tell you...

2009-02-18T00:46:00.012+02:00

Did I ever tell you that humans have wings?
Did I ever mention that their souls are white
As the canvas you see in the shop,
Yet black as the moonless night sky?
But there is something there...
Before it's even purchased
The canvas is meant for the painter to paint,
The sky has been filled with milky way stars...
It's always been there
Though you could not see it...
It's always been felt though you could not feel it
It's time that shifts our point of view
It's time that shapes the blocks of stone...
So I am here, and you are far...
Yet turning just a nudge the hands of time
And I can hear your whispers in my hair,
I can feel the tears on your face,
Your fingertips barely touching my skin,
Our bodies moving to the beats of the same heart...
All of these already happened...
This buzzing warmth inside of me
Just tells me that some things are meant to be.

~by Kami

Ger...

2009-02-16T03:30:00.017+02:00

Afara razele calde ale soarelui mangaie scheletele goale si negre, vrabiutele ciripesc vesele in ungherele casei. O mocheta de iarba proaspata a aparut de sub covorul alb care incepe sa se desire. Il simt rece si umed sub talpile mele goale. Pasesc apasat, lent, sa simt viata crescand usor… prin mine. Ma opresc la fiecare pas, ma uit in jur… mai fac un pas, mai privesc o data… Anotimpul meu preferat… locul meu favorit… Dar mi-e frig, tremur si toata caldura soarelui nu m-ar putea incalzi acum.

Ma catar ca o felina pe o salcie contorsionata ce isi apleaca trupul batran peste luciul lacului ce a fost candva albastru. Sub picioarele mele inerte se afla acum o oglinda de mercur lichid si dens in care ma privesc.

Chipul alb, trist, livid… Mi se pare ca iti aud vocea grava… Ascult… Era doar sunetul vantului vibrand in mugurii copti ce stau sa explodeze. Imaginea din adancuri se tulbura pentru un moment si apoi se face din nou liniste…, profunda, adanca…

Un chip necunoscut ma fixeaza cu orbitele goale din strania reflexie. Poate ca doar mi s-a parut, poate ca nu mai are ochi… sau poate ca s-au cufundat deja in apa si acum au aceeasi culoare. Cum as putea distinge doua lacrimi de argint intr-un ocean de mercur?

Fixez indelung sclipirile metalice. Ma atrag spre ele, ma absorb… Vreau sa ma agat de ceva, de cineva… nu-i nimeni! Vreau sa strig…La ce folos?! Si nici nu as putea… acum e prea tarziu… M-au prins deja in lumea lor, in lumea ochilor ce mi-au reflectat privirea de atatea ori, in lumea in care n-am putut sa patrund pana acum, Mi-e frica pentru ca as putea sa nu ma mai intorc, ca sunt prizoniera lor, ca sunt prizoniera mea…

E frig, e mult mai frig decat dac-ar fi ger si ninge mai frumos ca in povesti…

~ Kami

Pentru ca nu am ratat momentele de inspiratie din ultimele zile mi-am amintit de umbrele si reflexiile ce ma preocupau pe la 17 ani ^-^

2009-02-13T01:12:00.001+02:00

Fleeting moment in the twilight sky
When the last butterfly is grasping for breath
Chocked by the smoke of the gray city
Exhausted by his quest for the sun
His fragile white wings, now covered in dust,
Beating…
Like rusty frames on a black and white clip…

~Kami

A much shorter English version for the post below ^-^

Fluture alb de noapte

2009-02-11T20:26:00.012+02:00

Ce altceva suntem noi, dacă nu o simplă sclipire a vieţii?! Ce altceva pot fi eu, daca nu un fluture alb de noapte?! Si ce alt destin mai inaltator si mai tragic, decât acela de a iubi Soarele?
Doar fluture… pentru ca sentimentele mele s-au transformat in aripi si eu am încetat sa mai fiu ceea ce am fost. Am fost condamnata sa zbor in agonie prin labirintul de umbre al nopţii in căutarea a ceea ce iubesc. L-am căutat in fiecare ungher, i-am urmărit fiecare licărire târzie…
Câteodată, îl vedeam cufundându-se in mare si atunci aripile mi se zbăteau frenetic purtându-mă spre el... O simpla iluzie…pentru ca nicicând nu m-am putut apropia mai mult.
Am murit de atâtea ori cu aripile ude, sleita de puteri, privind o ultimă undă stropita cu ocru ce săruta orizontul…
Si nici nu am putut sa mă scufund in uitarea eternă, căci iată, sunt aici, din nou in straie de pământ, purtata de aceleaşi destin...
Luna face iarăşi ca aripile sa-mi strălucească magic, dar noaptea nu sunt ochi care sa vadă si nici urechi sa înţeleagă sunetul vântului ce cântă doina mea muta, nici măcar copii in mana cărora sa mă las strivită.
Pana in ziua in care... el va fi de aur, iar briza calda mă va innalta spre el…din ce in ce mai sus, mai cald, mai fierbinte…
Mă voi lăsa hipnotizata de flăcările ce joaca nebunesc in ochii lui mari… si voi zbura… pană când iubirea va arde totul din mine. Un ciob de timp… un ultim salt… un fulger globular din care vântul va împrăştia o pulbere strălucitoare ce nu va mai reînvia niciodată…nici om, nici fluture, nici zeu…

~Kami

Mi-am amintit de aceasta scurta povestire scrisa acum mult, mult timp citind blogul lui Mugur. Sper sa va placa ^-^

Opening hearts... crumbling walls

2009-02-11T01:48:00.007+02:00

Inside a world of fear there is hope. For someone comes along to say "I am sorry...", and tears pour from his eyes letting the world know something has shifted, a heart has opened... One brick has been moved and the whole wall is starting to crumble.
A small crack in the darkest room is all that it takes to let the sunlight through. Stop the endless chatter of your mind and let his words reach you...let his last breath bring some peace to the tempest in your life, let his feelings calm your anguish.
Reach for the stars with a shimmering hand, reach for life ... and live, live, live, live ... as if that is the only word you've learned, as if that is the only truth there is, as if your breath depends on it.
Let the sun rise on your sunset, and spring blossom on your withered leaves...my friend...

~by Kami

Catwalk dances

2009-02-09T02:45:00.009+02:00

One road to go,
One path to take,
Those things that keep me at night awake
The simple crazy ways you brake
Each strand of thought,
Each hope I sought.
For just one night it’s not enough
To break a shell that’s been so tough

Small pieces crumble every day
Of what I thought might be the way.
Again I’m moving forth a bit
On paths my dreams have carefully knit
A single smile,
A twilight star
Reflections of a life too far
To catch, in my perception jar.

Like moonlight shadows touch the skies,
So light keeps pouring through your eyes…
One silent voice,
One cryptic choice.
Still wondering what’s all about?
I feel the way you start to doubt.
Just catwalk dances,
Defensive stances…

That blissful gaze,
Those loving rays,
These simple feelings left unsaid,
That fills this ever-growing thread…
Of dreams,
Of themes,
That spun around my head that night
Just one more word would make it right.

~by Kami

Let go

2009-02-06T23:19:00.005+02:00

Just letting go will bring you in…

For I am melting in the shadows
That spawn the seeds of light within.
Caught in a duel plane without,
My only hope’s to go within.
For I have basked so long in sunlight,
My skin became too cold and thin.

Just letting go might make you shout,
Cause all your life’s been full of doubt.

Let the thoughts go by like waves
Splashing along life’s restless days.
It’s not supposed to have a purpose,
It’s just supposed to be a maze!
With one way in and one way out,
Stop asking what’s it all about!

Just breathe your breath, and take it in
Like fireflies that spin… and spin…
Make life your choice, beneath the dream.
Let go of you, to pull me through
The fog you covered yourself in…

Let the moon fill your desires
Cause that’s how love and bliss transpires…
Let ice melt your bruises through,
Cause that’s the way I get to you…
Make lava snowflakes out of me
Cause that’s the way I get to the…

Or simply stop and let it rain
For all the pain you feel is vain.
There is no Ego trapped inside,
It’s obvious, we’re side by side…

~ by Kami

The hide and seek game

2009-02-03T02:08:00.006+02:00

Darkness, stillness and silence…

The voice: What are you doing?

Ren : Hiding…

.silence…

The voice: What are you hiding from?

Ren: The world…

.silence…

Ren: ...myself.

The voice: Why do you feel like doing that?

Ren: I don’t know…

.silence…

The voice: So…what are you hiding from the world?

.wind blowing…silence…

Ren: Love…No one needs my love. No one wants my love…

The voice: Hmm… Look inside yourself Ren. What do you see?

Ren: Emptiness…

.silence…

The voice: You can open your eyes now… Tell me, what do you see?

.rapid blinks…haze…

Ren: People walking around. Serious faces. Permanent rush. Gray buildings. Noise…so much noise…

The voice: Look at their faces Ren. Look carefully …what do you see?

Ren: Emptiness…

.silence…

The voice: Now, tell me Ren…What do you think they are hiding?

~by Kami

Angels with one wing

2009-01-27T16:10:00.004+02:00

Hold me

2009-01-27T02:20:00.006+02:00

Hold me,
It’s all that I ask…
Just hold me so I can tell you about the never ending stars
Just hold me and let me whisper
About our secret place
About the place where light sees darkness in the mirror,
Where cold, fear and love are molded in stillness
A fleeting moment is all that I ask…
For everything will the same again
Me looking for you, you searching for me,
Empty yet full…
Fed up with myself, so hungry of you…

~by Kami