Hi everyone!
I couldn’t believe five whole years have gone by since I started this blog.
Forgive my absence.
Lately I have been having computer issues and couldn’t keep you updated with my work, the exhibition, my photography…
But I promise to start posting again as soon as it’s all fixed.
Only then will I feel entitled to fully celebrate this milestone 🙂
Best of luck to all my faithful followers and visitors and best wishes for a safe and warm winter!
a first winter’s cape
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He is the eyes in which we all can see
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His eyes witnessed Dante’s Inferno
His smile, a quiver of long absence and pity
He glances around at all the novelties
His demeanor, shy and hesitant, left years dormant
Fear, beauty, courage, endurance,
All etched in his grand personality
His soul, pure and unblemished
As the plumage of a white dove.
Assigned to a role never played or wanted
He shines as the reflection of the sun
On a first winters cape.
Having conquered adversity and polished his ipseity (1)
He is the son of all mothers
The hero of all nations
Divinity disguised in humanity
The one they want to embrace and protect
Sing and celebrate in hymns
He is grace, distinction and integrity
All chiseled in one.
The potential you could seek
If you stretched out, high up
And reached the peak
He is the eyes in which
We all can see!
(1)
Main Entry: ipseity
Part of Speech: n
Definition: selfhood; individual identity, individuality
Etymology: Latin ipse ‘self’
my calliope
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This sketch I drew, is of a newborn baby that has become my Calliope 🙂
As you can observe throughout my posts, the poems composed in the 80’s
or 90’s are totally different to the ones of 2000… in the sense that
they are still searching “Life” and its meaning.
Let me know what you think of these Lyrics!
A life with a Calliope (1)
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You sing songs
Of happiness
Hum notes
Of joy
You rip
The curtain
Dividing
Our hearts
The mountain
That led
Us apart
Our throes
Too grim
To untangle
You hold
Firmly
On the morrow
But it is
All carbon
Hold my hand
Usher me
To your band
Coax me
To your song
The life
You belong
Expose
The sun
Toward it
We will run
Give me
Some hope
A life
With a Calliope (1)
(1)
In Greek mythology, Calliope (pron.: /kəˈlaɪ.əpiː/ kə-LY-ə-pee; Ancient Greek: Καλλιόπη Kalliopē “beautiful-voiced”) was the muse of epic poetry,[1]daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne, and is believed to be Homer’s muse, the inspiration for the Odyssey and the Iliad.[2]
Courtesy of Wikipedia
this tiny,yellow,luminous dot
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I am all that and more
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I have become a tiny yellow dot in the vastness of the galaxies.
Sustaining the starry Prussian blue summer nights
A ball of fury, scorching the moving sands of the deserts
I pick up the privileged, caress them with golden dust
Feed the hungry so they do not congeal in the glaze of a frozen statue.
Your friend or foe, sweet or acrid, hunter…
Pick your cards, choose your destiny.
For I am, the face you want to see…
The choice, the thought you want to feed.
I invade or pervade every square inch of your deepest
I come and go, I am constant.
Blow and form everything into shape
Travel the paths that have been borrowed,
That have not.
I embrace what is shy and simmer what is in the making.
I tread on unfalteringly, come uninvited,
Open doors, crash through walls undeterred.
Grab you in a dance frenzy and cradle your bruised soul
Wipe the sweat off your brow and straighten your hunched mind.
I am the sun, I am the sand, the wind blowing
Tumbleweeds across deserted villages
The speck of dust glittering the surface of a rainbow
Spark in a child’s wondrous gaze
The amusement on the parched lips of the thirsty
Wisdom on the leathered skin of the aged
The notes of music in the autumn rustling leaves
I am all that and more…
I am the love that barks around the corner
Falling into the laps of the unexpected
The beauty showered in the rain of a chosen few
The growling sounds of thunder crashing through
The mountains, intimidating the slumber of nature
Shaking the heavy layers of snow, conducting them
Into an avalanche… commanding you out of inertia
Guiding your mind into the creation of what is me,
You and the plurality of existence
Bringing you back to the reasoning of hope
The meaning of purpose, the golden fabric of growth
Delight and dashingness of youth.
Have you fed the thought you want to be,
Sketched your destiny?
For you are, the tenacity of your stubbornness
The creativity of your genius, audacity in every living flake
The white fluffed duck, gliding on his reflection
Following the line of his ancestors
You are the tiny yellow, luminous dot…
All that and much much more…
For I am you,
I am life.
Stacked books vendor Venice
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stacked books closer view
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The clarity of the second photo is not that good as it was taken in a passing by second.
Words
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Poems
Essays
Relieves
Retrieves
Words
More words
Always
Words
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Evade
Escape
Barely
Words
The reality
Of the mind.
Skip over
Routine,
Constraint.
Simply
BE- Have
A future
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An island
Where danger
Has no authority
Health a guaranty
Where company
Suffices
Linked
To nothing
Married
To nature
Time of
No language
Peace
And felicity
Rules
Flows
Serenely
Going forth
With
Plenitude.
Ripe and
Mature
As a fruit
Grown old
Wrinkled
And wise.
Traces of a
Chosen and
Merited life
At peace
With oneself
Infinitely.
Words
Always Words…
To anticipate
Establish
My life
Yours
Create
Our wishes.
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As you see this essay was written a few months ago but I go with the idea that my experience might help someone out there and in that way, take out the positive from the negative, even though some will debate about an experience being negative or not 🙂
Going in circles…
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How do we escape those furious bouts of eating. Why do we have to put the rage of our emotions in food?
Don’t we realize the grave we are digging by such behavior, do we feel our heart beating furiously, our breathing heavier by the second?
Illness is feared by so many yet common sense evaporates into thin air when confronted with food.
Death is a subject practically taboo today, we are so afraid of it but, don’t we realize we are shortening our lives?
How is it possible that we are perfectly rational human beings but totally oblivious to reality when dealing with food?
Somebody in their right sense of mind would never mutilate their body the way we do. We become self-destructive to the extreme and call it “spoiling ourselves-taking a break- letting loose- chilling- taking it easy or taking care”.
Taking CARE of ourselves?!
How could we possibly ever think of it in those terms when, we see our body swelling and ourselves sliding down emotionally to a bottomless pit?
Is this the insanity Oa talks about? Being perfectly sane in all other matters, more than anyone around until…
How do we make sense of all this? We know off-by-heart the words of wisdom, we don’t want to hear them. So, how do we pull ourselves out… Seek our H.P? We know. We do. But WE put ourselves into this mess not him.
In his great generosity he will drag us back out. We know. But why are we still stuck? Will we stay here, this time for good? Where is the energy we need, where did it disappear when we had it?
It went with that ONE bite!
That is how tricky that one bite is. Why didn’t we listen, why didn’t we stop right on time, where did our strength and determination go flying when we were challenged?
So many questions and no answers!
We think we can manage what we call “ that innocent bite “ but that is where it brought us to.
When granted abstinence, we are wearing a crown, we are bestowed with a most precious gift. We should try not to discard it at a whim.
It is easier to say no to one bite, than saying yes, to months of struggle until we muster a mountain of courage to get back on track.
The lesson is, do not throw away what is most valuable to you. Know that abstinence is not a gift we find everywhere, anytime. It is a present given seldom. After seeking, begging for it and offered with much deliberation.
Do we know when the opportunity will arise again? We do not. We lie in wait… Hoping, this time, we will be the lucky winners once again.
But uncertainty gnaws at us, it bites into our hope, bit by bit, until we find ourselves on our knees.
Why does it have to be that way, are we so used to be in “ desperation mode “ and repeat the same pattern to go back to what is familiar and comfortable even if it’s a hell-hole?
How do we and can we, erase our past-programming? Are we doomed or will we realize one day that life has so much more to offer?
Be a slave and serve our addiction or, invite freedom and joy?
We COULD grow up and see that they are the only things worth living for and ask to be given clarity of mind to make the right choices in our lives and, strength to have a lasting abstinence this time round.
The one given once in a lifetime to the few privileged…The chosen.
By him as much as by us.
Acceptance
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My best friend
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I have one best friend, silent and faithful, manifesting her closeness, seldomly, frequently or randomly, according to my needs.
She’s my ” reminder ” she keeps me in line, as a commander to his soldier. There was a time I hated her for that, I wanted to be free, thinking that was the answer to my happiness.
I had many friends in my life but this friendship is still going strong after twenty five years.
At first it was just a slight presence, a hide-and-seek pattern, if you want, I could have tossed it out of my life, turned a blind eye,
instead I embraced it as a long lost sister and welcomed her for her honesty, for letting me know she inhabited my space that long.
I had ” wheezed ” her and ” suffered ” her in the past, limiting my movement in order to prevent confrontation. She begged for acknowledgement, for the willingness to let her accompany me in a quiet way.
After years of fumbling, tripping in the dark, gripping at anything I could grasp, I realized this was no ordinary friendship.
I had to get her name.
But life goes on and I got busy with bedroom renovations… Symptoms worsened and despite my ignorance, I could refute it no longer. I took a
brisk walk to our family doctor on a typical winter drizzly day and with embarrassment heard myself wheezing loudly in a very quiet, jam-packed waiting room.
He dropped his verdict as an ax on a stump, without mincing his words. He threw in my face the harsh realities and eventual emergencies of Asthma.
Lack of oxygen… possible death if left untreated… were the fragments of sentences piercing through the fogginess of my brain.
I was stunned!
Who would’ve thought Asthma in its extreme scenario could lead to fatality?
My mind then, went full gear and my next mission was to glean as much information as possible. I thought, ” maybe that might alleviate the alarm building in me “. But what I discovered, were cold medical terms falling unto me as glass shattering on ice, in a clatter, echoes resonating through dark
shiny white tunnels.
I found out, Asthma is characterized by a predisposition to chronic inflammation of the lungs in which the ( Bronchi ) airways are reversibly narrowed.
In total, it affects three hundred million people worldwide. During an attack ( exacerbation of Asthma ) the smooth muscle cells in the Bronchi, constrict,
the airways become inflamed and swollen and breathing becomes difficult.
” Well, I thought, that wasn’t hard to guess, anyone could have told me that! ”
It went on specifying, there’s no remedy to this day, which didn’t bring too much comfort to me, but various medication ease symptoms.
In short, I understood that with Asthma, Doctors are at loss, but my journey through Alternative medicine proved otherwise. I learnt to understand, listen
to my body, discover and follow my intuition too.
It finished grandly, bringing more numbers and statistics stating four thousand deaths a years in the U.S only…
It was a frightening exposure to the condition of my unfortunate circumstances. reading about the facts nevertheless, gave me acceptance. As long as a diagnosis
wasn’t pronounced, I couldn’t lay out a plan.
I couldn’t take full responsibility.
The fear it provoked and the relief that proceeded was a paradoxical concoction I required desperately, to put my life back in order.
A whole new world unfurled to me. It was a sesame-opener and I discovered treasures of potential. For one, I discovered, life wasn’t to bear. It was full of color that can’t
exist in darkness. Second, that my personality has the facets a rough gem holds but only noticed to the eye when cut open and left raw to the light of the sun.
Third, that as a result, I traveled on a expedition of self-discovery, took many paths that all led to the long road of redemption, towards the neglect I had
caused to my body.
The road is long so I won’t encumber you with details of a tedious trail of self-help books, diets ( mainly Macrobiotics as the answer to my problem ) Homeopathy and O.A which shaped me into the person I am today.
In the beginning, Asthma, tip-toed into my life. Symptoms being more of a hindrance than anything, But it eventually caught up with me and I was faced with the
handicapping stage that enabled me to walk short distances without feeling there wasn’t enough air circulating to provide me with the amount of oxygen needed for
my lungs.
Rest, was the only way to improve this state.
When I look back at those years people call ” life “, they were of struggle, frustration, misery and darkness. Adversely to the quality of life I have today.
Yet, those years of exertion were a preparation. They molded me into an appreciative and knowledgeable person. I realize, now, it was the best thing that could
have happened to me.
I wouldn’t deliberately invite it, but if I had the possibility to wish it away… Do not laugh at what I’m about to say…
TODAY, I do not want it out of my life. I’ve accepted it as my teacher, my barometer, my faithful companion, my mentor. Not only have I accepted it, but I see it as a necessity to my existence. A requirement if you wish. The head-lamp to a miner digging deep under the earth or a compass to the explorer in the desert.
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Friendships can start off sometimes painfully but given the opportunity, can grow to be the essence of your life, the blessing you’ve long searched and prayed for.
So, when some form or other knocks on the doors of your entity, don’t cast it away on it’s ugly appearances, it might just be the answer to the fundamental
questions, haunting your very nights.
Invite it to shine, to encourage you to draw the path you had sketched in your mind…
To reveal itself to you and most importantly, to help you proclaim your inner-beauty.
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