Closing prayer


I have in me, All the Protection that I need From voices and from gestures Of all kinds, Meant to harm. In me, I have All the Love that I need To approach voices and gestures Of all kinds, Meant to hug or be hugged by me. In me, I have All the wisdom that …

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Attack?


When someone attacks you with rudeness, words of hate or anger, take a breath before answering... realize you could begin by saying: "You are very generous with me, Thank you, now I feel obliged... Offering me all your Love, keeping none for yourself... so that I could possibly express both mine and yours, for you. …

Gold in disguise


[...] But I guess we can't, not all the time... Some times we succeed, some other times we don't! Some other times we give in to destruction, to the devaluation of our-selves, of certain or all other-selves... Of moments, of time! Some times we are not able to realise the inestimable value of the GOLD …

Gold


It seems to me, the greatest difficulty here, is not in producing GOLD but In realising the GOLD we produce is of inestimable value! Realising the value of what is... If only we knew, how priceless all that we do, all that we say... How important, how vast it is... And managed to value that …

Colors


Colors are the Moment, space in between black and white. Past and Future. Darkness and Light. Colors are us, life expressing itself and something else... the black, the white, eternal parents of thy. Color is the space in between, explaining both sides, in infinite ways... and a third, its own SPACE. Heart's Flower

Candle in the Night


  I say goodbye to you I say goodnight to you I say be well, wherever you are I say goodbye to you I say to keep your soul pure Just like this candle Lit in the night. I say you keep your soul pure Just like the moon Tonight in the sky.   I …

On Canvas


Panthers and thunders, Sun and flashes of brightness, Trees, Masterpieces of righteousness, Erectness... Homo sapiens! Laughter and vague glances, Lost with a sense of apartness... Stuck in between eyelashes. Painting Poems, Songs and weeping mourners, Moonlight in candid fluorescence! Painters live a World of wonder... At times soft like pastel, At others, hard as dry …